Quotes About Tension

At this point, John flung himself to the ground and screamed, "YOU SHOT ME! AAARRRRGHHH!" Not a shot had been fired. I rushed to John's side. "You shot him! He has four kids! Or should I say, four orphans.

John jolted awake to find himself staring down a shotgun wielded by his greatest enemy: himself.

John looked at him and yelled, "What are you waiting for? Shoot him in the mouth!" The word "mouth" could not be heard over the gunshots.

Armando appeared in the door of the bathroom with his gun drawn, because in his world even a vomiting woman was apparently a problem that could be cured with a well-placed bullet.

This is a part of the country that created a nationwide ammunition shortage the day after they saw a non-white president won an election. They

Amy put her hand on mine, her other hand balled up in a fist on the table.

My butt cheeks clenched to tightly that not even light could have escaped

Franky the Cop let me lead the way outside to the shed, staying a few steps back so that he could have time to shoot me in case I decided to wheel on him with fists of fury.

My sphincter is puckered just hearing about it. I doubt the best laxative in the world would do jack right now.

I was thinking..." "We know," Pedro said, "It was like sitting next to a pressure cooker

Negotiating in the classic diplomatic sense assumes parties more anxious to agree than to disagree.

Since any muscle cell will eventually reach a state of exhaustion—a depletion of available ATP—if it is kept constantly firing and working, one of the primary tasks of neuromuscular coordination is to maintain this overall tension set without exhausting any one cell. This is accomplished by a firing pattern called asynchronous stimulation, which alternates the working tonus contraction from motor unit to motor unit, so that some are always engaged while others are resting.

To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor.

I slammed the door in her face and applied my bloody shoe to the lurkers in the bathtub,

The truth, dear reader, is that I was as ready for him as any filly ready for the stud. My blood thrummed whenever he came near, the air crackling between us like one of Galvani's electrical experiments. It was a mercy that we had not been alone in our train compartment on the journey back to London; otherwise, I suspect the urgent swaying of the conveyance would have proven too much for my increasingly limited self-control.

I like you a little more than I want to but not nearly as much as you think I do.

For just these few hours, I was on the tightrope again, balanced precariously between glory and disaster, and the thrill of it coursed through me with far more effect than the glittering wine.

The favorite game of temperamental people is Try to Guess Why I'm Ticked Off. (Contestant number one, Why do YOU think he's pissed off? Why, I'm not sure, Bob, but I'm going to go with 'Because I Left the Faucet Dripping.' BEEP. I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is: 'Because You Happen to Exist.')

Annabelle is rarely relaxed anymore, not even in her own house. So here, her panic is rising. It's a tsunami of dread and obligation and the knowledge of bathroom use in small places.

Release the stress you are holding. Feel the tension leave your body. Now, look at the root of your stress. Find your solution in a moment of calm, not anxiety.

There's a thin boundary between the light and dark side. Both are fervent to reign in the space of the other.

In life we can never really value peace unless we experience war.

Animosity killed the elephant.

I had the bad guys fighting, the good guys fighting, the clock ticking.