Quotes About Tension

the room grew unnaturally quiet. Kote stood with his back to the room, a stillness in his body and a terrible silence clenched between his teeth.

For the first time since our fight in Severen, I felt things were right between us. The silences no longer lay around us like holes in the road. I knew it had just been a matter of waiting patiently until the tension passed.

I jerked away from her, almost falling. "No!" I meant to shout but it came out as a weak croak, "Don't touch me." My voice was shaking, though I couldn't tell if I was angry or afraid.

So as we rode there were many things unspoken. The tension built in the air between us as the road jounced away beneath the cart's wheels. There were gaps and breaks in our conversation, silences that stretched too long, silences that were short but terrifyingly deep.

When Ted walked in the door, silence fell across the room. The silence must have been especially clumsy, perhaps even hitting its head and losing consciousness, because no one spoke. Instead, everyone watched. It seemed like a scene from an old western, where a gunfighter itching for a shoot-out walks into a saloon. I half expected to see tumbleweeds roll by.

The extended silence went on too long. I knew it had to be broken, smashed into little bits and thrown out the nearest airlock.

Madge didn't appear to be around. I had no idea what I would say to Madge when I finally saw her. 'Sorry I killed a couple of guys out by your pool, and oh by the way I need a refill on my coffee' didn't

Herc watches the door. Occasionally, it watches him back. They can spend hours before one of them breaks down.

The knot of her hands and the pulses in her throat rejected any possibility that their meeting might be a casual one. But, of course, she could not explain, nor was her face of any more assistance than her tongue; in fact, as she herself knew, in moments of stress she could resemble a congested turkey.

All horror movies start the same way. Whether the scene is an abandoned cabin, a dark alley, or a peaceful cottage, one line of dialogue, quietly uttered five minutes before the carnage starts, is inevitable: "Did you hear something?

Reason and memory are nearly always at odds.

I'm nervous. Don't be nervous, Archie. I'm about to shit in my pants. Don't do that either.

One gapes at the wonder of those headphones. A man is about to toss two canisters of tear gas into a crowd of four hundred people and then open fire on them with a shotgun, semi-­automatic rifle, and a handgun, and yet his nerves are so delicately strung that he cannot bear to listen to the clamor and the screams those actions will inevitably provoke.

The ancient church teaches us that the church sustains three relationships to culture all at once: It is part of it; it is an antithesis to it; it is called to transform it. These relationships are always held in tension with culture.

Germans either want to kill you or fuck you.

The two grappled in the quiet of old-fashioned personal diplomacy.

Assumptions without evidence are the kind of things that start wars

After the three of them got back to the Portakabin, while Quill and Ross started to add the details from the manuscript pages to the Ops Board, Sefton got out his special notebook and checked through everything he'd written down about his encounter with...whatever Brutus had been. "I was proceeding in a mystical direction when I encountered a six-foot-two Roman male, with whom I shared a certain sexual tension.

the essence of what General Douglas MacArthur said is right: All defense and no offense doesn't get you very far. General Patton provides supporting cover when he advised, "Never let the enemy choose the battlefield.

Everything we say and do, everything we commit ourselves to, and every situation, location, and relationship we experience is experienced between the already and the not yet. You will never understand the things you face every day until you understand that you live in the middle. Everything in your life is shaped by what the middle is like.

Suddenly de Montfort went rigid and the ciborium slipped from his hand, dashing the white hosts like snowflakes onto the altar steps. The man's hand went out, pointing at the king, his usually skull-like face now almost cadaverous, the skin drawn tight, the eyes bulging. Corbett rose, his hand searching for the knife beneath his cloak. De Montfort's mouth opened and shut like a landed carp, then with a loud cry he fell headlong down the steps, his

As the stepped from the café, there stood the sheriff with his gun in his hand. "That's them Sheriff! That's them alright they robbed us

On rooftops overlooking each crossing, Cossacks had begun setting up machine guns.

Vader made most of the naval officers he encountered uncomfortable