Quotes About Intense

On one hand transcendent and lasting and on the other violent and extremely flammable.

Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.

There was an intense spurt of coughing. Almost an  inspired  spurt. And soon after – nothing.

Here we come close to one of the definitions of literary fiction. Even the best kind of popular novel just comes straight at you; you have no conversation with a popular novel. Whereas you do have a conversation (you have an intense argument) with [literary fiction].

I sank into my seat, my face hot.

To whom do I owe the power behind my voice, what strength I have become, yeasting up like sudden blood from under the bruised skin's blister? My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home.

If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.

It was beautiful and rare, and you have every right to despise me. She stood pressed to the wall, not moving. When you came in, I thought 'Send her away.' But I knew that if you went away, I'd run after you. I thought 'I won't say a word.' But I knew that you'd know it before you left. I love you. I know you'd think kindlier of me if I said that I hate you.

These are tough times," said the COO to each of them. "And tough times call for hard solutions. Thank you for your contribution. Now get the fuck out of here." Actually, he didn't say that precisely. But that's precisely what he meant.

We derive the greatest pleasure and fulfillment when all our faculties are drawn together into our life's work. In this state of absorption, we experience extraordinary satisfaction. We human beings are attracted to the experience of intense involvement. The outcome of this involvement, says Hokusai, is sublime. "By ninety I will have penetrated to their essential nature." Hokusai's lesson, finally, is that a life of passion for dharma is a fulfilled

He had a mop of unkempt hair dark as any wine-dark sea; a vague sense of coffeehouse revolutionary to him; and quick, furtive eyes that missed little. He was one of those uncomfortably intense men most people find a little unnerving, as if his rhythms were a little too rapid, or perhaps he was too quickly wired through synapse, or bore too many unforgivable grudges, or was too quick to haggle to the death over a nickel.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

Your hair is Winter fire January embers My heart burns there too

When we preach the love of God there is a danger of forgetting that the Bible reveals not first the love of God but the intense, blazing holiness of God, with His love at the center of that holiness.

I'm a hopeless romantic and passionate person when it comes to love.

You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you're with them

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Love is the sweetest pain inside.

I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

Those early months, it was as if I had lost a layer of skin – I felt everything more intensely. I woke up laughing, or crying, saw everything as if a filter had been removed. I ate new foods, walked strange streets, spoke to people in a language that wasn't mine. Sometimes I felt haunted by him, as if I was seeing it all through his eyes, heard his voice in my ear.