Quotes About Tension

Finally Doug broke the stalemate and looked at Megan. Thanks a lot, he said sarcastically. Then he yanked off his plastic gloves, tossed them at her feet, and stormed away. Finn let out a sigh as he gazed after his brother. You know, my parents really should have stopped with me.

Then he strode toward me as if certain I was about to bolt and he must catch me before I did so.

the gun went off, some dogs howled and

She had nothing against any of the other guests, but once she started she saw no way to stop. There was nothing to do but turn the hose against every arriving guest. No one coming out of the house to reason with her was safe either.

All right, all right, he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

Who knows what will come when quick-tongued men make ancient grievances rhyme with fresh desire for land and conquest?

You see it in films sometimes, when one person's pointing a gun at another person, and the one with the gun's making the other one do all kinds of things. Then suddenly there's a mistake, a tussle, and the gun's with the second person. And the second person looks at the first person with a gleam, a kind of can't-believe-my-luck expression that promises all kinds of vengeance.

I turned around on the Button Couch, estimating the tension had reached a level that could no longer justify complete privacy.

I'd never before seen anything that gave, all at once, so many signals of anger and the wish to destroy. Its

My eye starting to twitch and when my eye start to twitch, I get to shootin'.

a mathematician is someone for whom mathematics is a soap opera.

What's wrong? I didn't say a word. Something's up. What is it? Nothing. His head turned, gaze going to mine. Yeah? Yes. A snort and he returned to his bowl…

A knock came at the door. Everyone looked up. Elena's nostrils flared and she leaned over to whisper something to Clay. Fuck, he muttered. Keep talking, Jaime. It's only Cassandra. She can wait. Forever, if we're lucky. I heard that, Clayton, Cassandra said as she walked in. Who the hell forgot to lock the door? Clay said. You were the last one in, Elena murmured. Damn.

Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl

What gave it away? When she loaded me bound and gagged into the back of her truck? Or when she actually said. I'm ready to kill you and throw your body inn the swamp? Hey for a while there, it looked like you were going to talk your way out of it. I didn't want to interfere.

She hasn't been on a date in six months,' Derek rumbled behind us. 'No offense, but as long as you aren't related to her, you're fair game. Hell, even-' Tori spun on him. 'I didn't know.

I spend the day running on a treadmill while madly juggling a half dozen grenades. It's a solid day of absolutely zero progress, and the best I can say, at the end of it, is that nothing exploded.

I'm really glad you found me, my voice cracking. Simon squeezed my hand. His lips lowering to my ear, whispering, I— He went rigid, head lifting. Hey, Simon, Tori said behind me. What is she doing here? Derek jabbed his thumb at me. Ask her. I'm not getting any answers.

Don't be stupid. I have a gun." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the .45. "Which will knock you on your ass if you try firing with a bad leg. Sit down before you fall.

switchblade, he snapped it open, then waited

Just relax," he said, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid to rest against my hip. He stayed bent over my shoulder, as if trying to see through the slats in the door, his breath ruffling my hair. When I shifted, he put his other hand on my other hip. I shifted again. "Stop squirming," he said. "I didn't wear my steel-toed boots." I stepped off his foot. "Sorry.

I do want to talk to Mina Lee and see what she knows, and the only reason I'm stalling is because I've got something to say first. It's going to piss you off, and I'd really rather be sitting in a public place when it happens.' "So I won't storm off?" "Exactly.

He looked around as if expecting a posse of armed gunmen to round the corner at any moment. When footsteps sounded, he tensed, muscles bunching, prepared to leap up and defend us against-- Two preteen boys passed the alcove. One of them saw us and whispered to his friend. They grinned our way and shot Daniel a thumbs-up. When they'd gone by, I pushed him off me. "Okay, I might have overreacted," he said as we sat up. "You think?

Just a guy. A college-aged guy. Talking to Chloe. I watched him bend over the table, hands planted on it, his gaze fixed on Chloe, his lips parting in a smile as he said something to her. A slow burn started in my gut, and before I could stop myself, I was barreling down on them, Simon's protests fading behind me.