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“It was almost 3 a.m. before Connie got into bed. Sipping cocoa in the cold daylight and listening to the silence, only punctuated by the distant barking of dogs, she began to wonder what she had done. What if she had made a disastrous mistake?”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“A thin, flexible, layer of ice had already formed on the water, and the undulating movement caught the light of the setting sun, like a sparkling curtain of light billowing across the bay. Connie tried to capture the moment in her mind as the thin ice shimmered in oranges and reds as it moved between already forming pieces of thicker ice.”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“I will be at your back until I cross the threshold to Valhalla, Born-in-Fire, whether you want me there or not.”
― Danielle L. Jensen, A Fate Inked in Blood

“You are mine, Born-in-Fire. Even if only the two of us know it.”
― Danielle L. Jensen, A Fate Inked in Blood

“It is a conundrum, this reality of which we speak.
And if you do not find joy in the puzzle itself, you will only have
isolated moments of stamped-and-approved joy
("I graduated!" "I got the job!" "I'm getting married!" "I won the prize!"
"See, I have the picture!" "It's posted online!" "It got so many likes!")
and those scrumptious, unexpected ones that take you by surprise--
a sunset, a leaf dancing in the wind,
a baby's glee with a wayward bubble,
fireworks.

As I often say, I am ultimately drawn to--
and stay closest to--
the people who can be satisfied with a state of dissatisfaction, who can
find joy in the puzzle itself, who want
to play with the puzzle--gnaw
on the conundrum--more than they want
to finish it.”
― Shellen Lubin

“Heiress you wound me" Jameson looked better smirking than anyone had a right to look.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Hawthorne Legacy

“A work of art does not answer questions, it provokes them, and its essential meaning is in the tension between the contradictory answers.”
― Leonard Bernstein

“By the time we're here at the Panda Express on Cahuenga Boulevard, this way of communicating--polite small talk with an undercurrent of pain and resentment--has been our new reality for several months, enough time that it's not new anymore.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Too much tension is a disease; but so is too little. There are certain occasions when we ought to be tense, when an excess of tranquility (and especially of tranquility imposed from the outside, by a chemical) is entirely inappropriate.”
― Aldous Huxley, Moksha: Writings on Psychedelics and the Visionary Experience

“There was only one free peg, so he placed his own coat over hers. It made him blush.”
― Julie Berry, Lovely War

“This isn’t the last night, and the next person to act like Ven is going to disappear tomorrow is getting an axe to the neck.â€�

“Typical Vold,� Andel muttered. “Jumping straight to an axe to the neck when a simple ‘please� might have sufficed.�

Vale chuckled, drawing a few surprised looks. He shrugged. “I don’t think you’ve ever said that word. I don’t think any of us have.�

“Not true,� Andel defended. “Half a decade ago I asked you all to please die for good and leave me to eternal peace.�

“You’re right,â€� Fjor muttered dully. “Manners make all the difference.”
― Jane Washington, A World of Lost Words

“At that moment I heard the steps of my younger protectors. I had not a moment to lose, but, seizing the hand of the old man, I cried, "Now is the time! Save and protect me! You and your family are the friends whom I seek. Do not desert me in the hour of trial!"
'"Great God!" exclaimed the old man, "who are you?"
'At that instant the cottage door opened...”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“Feeling the tightening and seeking release is an everyday experience for perfectionists. Perfectionists live with a tension inside them that never goes away. Like a light that makes a sound when it's on, you get used to the hum.”
― Katherine Morgan Schafler, The Perfectionist's Guide to Losing Control: A Path to Peace and Power

“She had gone past the bakery shop again the next afternoon. The windows had been smashed, the front door had apparently been broken in, because it was boarded up. There were messages chalked on the sidewalk in front of the store. They all said the same thing: "White man, don't come back." She was surprised to see that there were men still standing around, on the nearest corners, across the street. Their faces were turned toward the store. They weren't talking. They were just standing with their hands in their pockets—waiting.

Two police cars with their engines running were drawn up in front of the store. There were two cops right in front of the door, swinging nightsticks. She walked past, thinking that it was like a war that hadn't got off to a start yet, though both sides were piling up ammunition and reserves and were now waiting for anything, any little excuse, a gesture, a word, a sudden loud noise—and pouf! it would start.

Lutie moved uneasily on the bed. She pulled the robe more tightly around her. All of these streets were filled with violence, she thought. You turned a corner, walked through a block, and you came on it suddenly, unexpectedly.”
― Ann Petry, The Street

“Su ser aspiraba en el vacío, atrayéndome igual que el metal atrae a la tormenta.”
― Lydia A. Benavent, Bellum

“Éramos desorden.”
― Lydia A. Benavent, Bellum

“...the tension between them was so thick and sticky it was almost visible, like layers of cobweb.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“A human being in a highly technicized productive unit is simply not allowed to be spontaneous. It just interferes with the plan laid down in advance by the engineers and technicians who decide how he should word, and in this way he, the human being, is profoundly diminished, because he is not permitted to be spontaneous.”
― Aldous Huxley, Moksha: Writings on Psychedelics and the Visionary Experience

“Your mind always resides in unseemly places."
-Poppy”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Se um olhar matasse estaria neste momento cinco metros abaixo da terra.”
― Jennifer Hawkins, Ao Ritmo da tua Melodia

“So maybe,' he whispered, 'I could be made for this.' Maybe I could, too. Made, or unmade. In that moment, I didn't care which.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“Being in tune with your body will indicate to you when stress is taking over. Pay attention to your posture and the way your head hangs when you walk. Is your jaw feeling tight? Are your eyebrows tense? Have you been dehydrated? It will send you a clear signal every single time.”
― Robin S. Baker

“Crying is not weak. Tears are there for a reason. To allow us to release the tension and pain we have inside. You have been strong for so long, trying to keep all those tears hidden.”
― Yve Vale, Hexed

“Alright, enough chest thumping, you two. Put the girl down, Helki. We get it; you’re both big and strong. Well, I mean, you’re both strong, at least. Sorry,â€� he said to me. “You’ll get there, darling”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“I could stay like this forever,â€� I murmured. “We could find solutions for the Darkness. I could remain the final shield. If it can’t ever find me, it can’t ever destroy me. There will always be one final barrier to break down. Maybe it could be enough. You could have a life and I won’t even notice. Have babies. Have sex. Fall in love.â€�

“In that order?”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“I could have had her right there, in front of everyone. She would have welcomed it.â€�

“But you didn’t.�

“It wouldn’t have been fair.�

“To who?� My voice was tight with confusion.

“Her. I wouldn’t be thinking about her.�

“What would you be thinking about?�

He groaned, his eyes closing momentarily. He breathed deeply, his exhale carrying another rough sound. “Not what. Who.”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“Prince Florian.â€� She offers him a mocking little curtsy. “Imagine seeing you haunting your queen’s rooms at Samhain.â€� There’s a heartbeat of silence where the knight commander’s eyes leave mine and fix on my cousin.

The hatred burning in them turns to something akin to regret before flicking back to anger. “Princess Praedra,â€� he inclines his head. “I should’ve guessed you’d be the one to break the blabbermouth out of his cell.”
― Marie Mistry, Beyond the Faerie Gate

“Magicians the world over love to make people’s money disappear because it’s an easy way to raise tension and arouse curiosity”
― Christopher Manske, Outsmart the Money Magicians: Maximize Your Net Worth by Seeing Through the Most Powerful Illusions Performed by Wall Street and the IRS

“Perseus nudges Callisto toward his SUV, and I wonder again that he touches her so easily, as if he's not worried about losing a hand. Surely he sees that sharp look she sends in his direction every time he gets too close?”
― Katee Robert, Wicked Beauty

“walking around the patch of lawn the hallway should for all intents and purposes occupy. Before long, both Chad and Daisy are sidling up to this great bear snoring under a tree, and even though they start to tie his shoe laces together, tickle his nostrils with long blades of grass, or use a mirror to focus the sun on his nose, Tom remains remarkably patient. He almost seems to enjoy”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves