Quotes About Intense

I've been painting off and on since I was in sixth grade. I don't paint when I'm acting - I'm not really able to split my focus that way. I do it intensely when I'm doing it, but I'm reluctant to take myself too seriously as a painter because that would mean there would be pressure to be better than I am.

A happy marriage- a love match- is something overwhelming, and overpowering.

Art is the most frenzied orgy man is capable of.

It is early in November of 1942 and a simply unbelievable amount of shit is going on, all at once, everywhere.

They stared back at him wide and unblinking.

techniques. That combined with subject's intense curiosity and drive to escape what she sees as the stifling confines of a traditional medieval Jewish household led to her devising the plan that led to her materializing in ODEC #3.

You are told you are not to use for personal gratification something which is intensely personally gratifying! This obvious contradiction is apparent to you, but you don't know where to go with the conclusion! So you decide that if you feel guilty about how good you feel during and after sex, that will at least make it all right.

And she was interesting, an odd confusion of wit and intense earnestness; a vivid and remarkable person.

You are staring at me like you were going to eat me up.

Music for me, it demands full concentration.

AMDA was intense. I realized when I got there that I had to play a little bit of catchup. A lot of these kids knew so much about musical theater.

It's the basic rule of musicals: Characters sing when their emotions become so intense that they can't do anything else.

I played with the youth national team, I played in some CONCACAF games, and it's always physical; it's always intense.

The fight to grab eyeballs for Marathi films is intense because a majority of Maharashtrians speak Hindi and there's no undivided loyalty to their native language among them.

I was a naturally aggressive left-back, a cut-throat tackler.

Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused - almost too focused. They didn't blink, and it felt like death looking at him.

For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.

Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.

Her neck throbbed and burned for a moment. She peeled back her top to examine the wound. It was a strange mark, like a teenager's love bite, but more intense. She blushed at the memory of how he'd put it there. Did the man have to be sexy on top of everything else?

He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.

I'm getting worried that you might be a little bloodthirsty.

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Holy ripened fuckcheese!

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.