Germans grew reluctant to stay in communal ski lodges, fearing they might talk in their sleep. They postponed surgeries because of the lip-loosening effects of anesthetic. Dreams reflected the ambient anxiety. One German dreamed that...
—Erik Larson
Jack Kennedy brought an “intense concentration” and a “gently teasing humor” to the dinner table, along with what Katherine Graham called his habit of “vacuum cleaning your brain.
—Sally Bedell
Suddenly, a car zoomed out of a side street to their right, slamming into the side of the car with a loud metallic crash. Tires screeched. The passenger window shattered, showering glass over Pam as...
—C.B. Cook
tense.
—Katherine McIntyre
Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing.
—Criss Jami
indications of the high level of tension in Tonga.
—Phil Goff
She inched closer to him. “I intrigue you?””You know you do,” he replied boldly, his eyes burning into hers. Wow-things were suddenly heating up fast. He wondered if they would have sex right there on...
—Julie James
Happiness can be a confusing concept for Christians. On one hand, if we serve a good God who promises us a full and abundant life, shouldn’t we be happy? On the other hand, any careful...
—Wendy Vanderwal-Gritter
It was always exciting, but it was also always dangerous. And fear takes a toll finally: when you live in danger from moment to moment, the constant tension becomes very wearying. Every step I took...
—Diet Eman
I begin to feel this tension when things that doesn’t worth attention are the things that attracts attention
—Michael Bassey Johnson
Body tension will always be present if our good feeing is just ordinary, self-centered happiness. Joy has no tension in it, because joy accepts whatever is as it is.
—Charlotte Joko
Joy is temporary, Happiness is permanent; for it comes out from positive mind and is an art of tension free heart.
—Vikrmn
Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of...
—John Green
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