Quotes About Intense

and she shot him a fiery look. "Whose

That I don't feel upset by us really being over almost trivializes how special and intense our relationship once was.

I was feeling everything much too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools. I sat on terraces and stared for afternoons at mediocre views. I was feeling overjoyed for happy couples. I would see or hear about people, usually people I hardly knew or didn't even like, getting together, finding each other after so much groping, and I would feel bliss. I was blindsided by familiar things.

The heat was alive, predatory.

That something smelled delicious! ' I screamed.

Te quiero, Lenore. No hay odio en lo que siento por ti. Únicamente la tristeza intensa que me provoca mi incapacidad para explicarlo o describirlo

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.

You can tell you're reading a really good book when you forget all about everything else and know you'll die if you get to at least the end of the chapter

His face was cast from a serious mold

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." —Michel de Montaigne, February 28,1533–September 13, 1592

Pero cada vez la odiaba más porque no podía amarla

Oh, by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!

It's like a fairy tale. . . on crack!

Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.

You are more dangerous than daybreak.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She felt ripe to bursting.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence.

Love is greedy

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado.

I am nothing if not dramatic.