#tension

It took so much of the tension out of me that my friends and family won't see me on this show. ↗

— Jonathan Frid

#friends #friends and family #me #much #out

Life is short and if you're looking for extension, you had best do well. 'Cause there's good deeds and then there's good intentions. They are as far apart as Heaven and Hell. ↗

— Ben Harper

#best #cause #deeds #extension #far

I think people like to be scared. I think people like tension and suspense in a movie. ↗

— Damian Lewis

#i think #like #movie #people #scared

I'm in this band to give volume to various struggles throughout the world. To me, the tension in this band is a minimal sacrifice. ↗

— Zack de la Rocha

#give #i #me #minimal #sacrifice

I've missed London so much for its fashion. No disrespect to the girls in Manchester, but some really do look like clones - there's a lot of hair extensions and fake tans. You're free to experiment down here. ↗

— Kaya Scodelario

#disrespect #down #experiment #extensions #fake

I've become more relaxed. When I was younger, I had more erratic, nervous tension when I was working. ↗

— John Singleton

#erratic #had #i #more #nervous

It's the time of year when the literati give advice on what we should be reading on our summer holidays. These terrifying lists often leave me appalled at my own ignorance, but also suspicious about the pretension of their advocates. ↗

— Arthur Smith

#advice #also #appalled #give #holidays

Science fiction is an extension of science. ↗

— Len Wiseman

#fiction #science #science fiction

Life lived amidst tension and busyness needs leisure. Leisure that recreates and renews. Leisure should be a time to think new thoughts, not ponder old ills. ↗

— C. Neil Strait

#leisure #life #recreate #renew #tension

Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .” He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that heat. “See?” he said. He was in the throes of spirit now, though with me at the same time. “Well, I guess you can’t. But when I touch you, your aura . . . it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand on me to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#angst #attraction #aura #denial-of-feelings #feelings