Quotes About Tension

He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack. "Ow," moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. "My greatest asset.

No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close." I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Mortensen." "Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything.

You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I've got to kill someone, it might as well be you.

Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did." His eyebrows rose. "Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my hand was between your—" "No!" - Dorian and Eugenie

As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.

I was so grateful to see Lissa okay that I missed what Eddie had already noticed. "You guys, where are Victor and Robert?" Lissa's face crumpled, and even Adrian looked grim. "Damn it," I said, needing no explanation. Lissa nodded, eyes wide with distraught. "We lost them.

I turned anxiously, looking for him so that I could give him a giant hug. yet, as my eyes searched the room, it wasn't Adrian's face I suddenly found myself looking into. It was Robert Doru's. And Victor Dashkov was with him.

Are Cady and O'Neill Ever going to get together?" Those amber eyes weighed me heavily, and then he answered my question with a question. "Do you think they should?" "Well I said, "they've been through an awful lot together. And if there's only one book left, it kind of seems like they're running out of time

She made no other moves, but there was tension in her that said she was a lioness that could strike at any moment. You know, remarks Magnus conversationally, lionesses do all the work while lions sit around.

To say my friends were living a soap opera was an understatement. They almost made my dangerous relationship with Adrian look boring.

She managed to look like a perfect, pissed-off Alchemist. Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.

What's going on?" I asked when he finished. "I'll let you know soon. For now, we have to wait." "Great. My favorite thing to do.

We'd get one precious hour of making out or talking—usually making out, made more frantic by the pressure bearing down on us—and

It took a few moments for the full meaning of her words to penetrate, and in the silence that followed I became aware of Mike and how he was slowly drawing himself up in his chair, and the colour coming to his face, and the eyes opening wide, and the curl of the mouth, and the dangerous little patch of whiteness beginning to spread around the area of the nostrils.

When a leader comes along who eliminates the tension and dodges the paradox and neatly and precisely explains who the enemies are and gives black-and-white answers to questions, leaving little room for the very real mystery of the divine, it should not surprise us when that person gains a large audience. Especially if that person is really, really confident.

Veronica's hands wouldn't stop shaking. She held the revolver straight out from her body and breathed slowly, deeply, the hot-metal smell stinging her nostrils. She tried to relax her shoulders.

In that August of 1957, however, the cloakroom was often crowded, with senators talking earnestly on sofas and standing in animated little groups, and sometimes the glances between various groups were not comradely at all—sometimes, in fact, they glinted with a barely concealed hostility, and the narrow room simmered with tension, for the main issue before the Senate that summer was civil rights, a proposed law intended to make voting easier for millions of black Americans

On the rare occasions on which a movie was shown, there was as much suspense in the audience over whether the electricity would hold out to the end of the film as there was in the film itself.

For some tense moments it seemed that we were going to be hanged or shot or at least locked up forever in their deepest dungeon for the crime of not being Californians.

While contradiction is static and unproductive, paradox makes room for grace and mystery.

Finally, it is the inescapable tension between human freedom and divine historical plan that is brought forth so luminously through the pervasive repetitions of the Bible's narrative art.

As long as the Cold War exists, the New Irrationality will have its own kind of rationality, just as Establishment-salaried Rationality has its own irrationalism.

Are you going to shake my hand,or am I going to rip your heart out?

I could feel the tension radiate from my solar plexus and jangle along the nerve circuitry. It had nothing to do with the weather.