Quotes About Tension

A door slammed next door. The serial killer looked up and over as a flurry of white fur pounded against the other side of the fence. "Don't start with me, you little runt, or you'll be next.

Packard rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "I ast you not to start a riot with my boys and now I hear you kicked one of my stagehands in the nuts. You got anything to say about that?" Daisy said, "Never happened.

I have never killed anyone - I realize that's not a statement most people ever have to make out loud but sometimes as a pilot you just do - but I would say the closest I got to it was just there and then specifically. I screamed back of course - I didn't know screams were contagious, but they are.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

He pulled my foot, drawing me closer. Being this close to him was making me feel dizzy and nervous. I said it again, one last time, even though i didn't mean it. "Conrad let go of me." He did. And then he dunked me. It didn't matter. I was already holding my breath.

And I feel like all the tension and bad feelings between us evaporate into nothingness.

The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?

At dinner Trina and Margot are cordial to each other, as if nothing happened. Which, in some ways, is worse than a fight. At least when you're in a fight, you're in it with someone.

The bitch slap to end all bitch slaps.

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.

It's fine," I say in a voice that is the exact opposite of fine.

Fear seized up inside of me; it felt like a fist clenched tight around my heart.

until one of us leaves crying. Usually it's Mark, but this time I am afraid it will be me. Please, please don't let it be me. "You're the one who could

When I see him again, will he smile at me, make a joke of it to lighten the mood? Or will he pretend he never saw it, to spare us both? I think that would be worse.

I had the feeling that there was nothing more beautiful than this, that this particular sunset matched the beauty of anything in this world, ten times over. I could feel all the tension of the day drifting away from me and out to sea. I wanted to memorize it all in case I didn't get to come back again. You never know the last time you'll see a place. A person.

My question for Will is: Does this feel like a country at peace or at war? I'm joking, sort of, but he answers seriously. He says it feels the way it does just before it starts. It's a weird thing, but you learn to pick up on it. Even while everybody's convincing themselves it's going to be okay, it's there in the air somehow. The whole thing is more physical than mental, he tells me. Like hackles? The way a dog's hackles go up? Yes, he says.

We are on high alert in places where no birds sing. To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

The Creatives, she calls them, because she's not one; she's one of the Suits. I like the sound of it. Like there might be a rumble later.

What are you afraid of," she said. "Daylight?" No. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of myself, of whatever it is I'm going to do or say to make it all go wrong. I'm desperately trying to avoid that moment and walking straight toward it, all at the same time. "I'm just tired," I said.

The town isn't big enough for two homicidal maniacs.

I know there's something about me you want. I can tell. You go all rigid when I'm around." "Let's do it. Right now. Take off the masks. No Secret." "What is your relationship to the Falcone crime organization?" "Happy Valentine's Day. Your Loss.

The shoe may be smooth and neat without, while the flesh is pinched within. There may be much calmness and stillness outwardly, and yet wonderful confusion, bitterness, disturbance and vexation within.

Only once was this not an option. A girlfriend had been pinned against the wall by a wiry, tattooed man whose speech was slurred by a combination of drink and being from Glasgow.

In the 'Hurt Locker' there's a lot of me in there, a sense of humor, a man of few words and a lot of action.