Quotes About Tension

A sheer displeasure to meet you, Munro MacRieve.

Sooo . . . anybody else have a sense of impending doom?" Finn asked around a mouthful of Mayday bar.

Which made me laugh, of course. If you ever want to get truly hysterical, just get really, really scared, and then have somebody say something funny. You get caught between the laugh and the sob, and it's hard to find your way out.

I often imagine myself engaged in a slew of activities to transform their destiny; a genie fighting against evil. Wishful thinking perhaps, but the tedium and tension involved in the very process pushes aside such cogitations and I return to a self-centred life of good meals and an air-conditioned room.

There's nothing like gunfire to drive the glamour from words.

It causeth unease. - Oh it doth, doth it?

With a film, things constantly have to go up in the story, and you're constantly putting pressure on the main character. It allows to go really deep into what its relationship is.

If the room is friendly to a relationship between lecturer and audience, you feel everything - the tension, the appreciation. I think the audience feels it too.

There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.

You use to drive me wild, but lately you get your kicks from just knocking me down, down, down.

There's a built-up tension in religion, and if you can release it, you'll get a huge and satisfying laugh.

Religion turned some folks belligerent.

People loose tension when they run. The feeling of self respect will almost always increase. You accept yourself a little more.

If the world were a bar, America would currently be the angry drunk waving around a loaded gun. Yeah, the other people in the bar may be afraid of him, but they sure as hell don't respect him.

I am certainly a romantic, but with a good scientific and rationalist half: thus, from this conflict I sometimes come out victorious, but exhausted.

Romantic love is the kite that catches the wind and tenaciously heads for the sky; wisdom is the string that tugs downward, holding it back

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

Okay, " he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away., Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

Look." He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

How Do you spell relax?" I whispered, holding his head with my hands. I think the answer is f-u-c-k-m-e." He answered.

Today I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand. I repeat, do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.

I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.