Quotes About Intensity

You're in deep, my friend. Congratulations to you. She'll never give you a dull moment." "I know," Dimitri agreed.

His name was as exotic as his looks. The deadly combination of lush chocolate brown hair, those intense pale blue eyes and his lithe figure that just screamed he would look like a god naked, was too much for her.

Hay una sonrisa otra vez, junto con los ojos en llamas. Esa chica me mata poco a poco...

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

He was a flame and she'd gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn't make the fire any less alluring.

Jealousy. It burns so hot, so bright. It devours you until you're just a smoking ruin with nothing left inside. Nothing but ashes.

My knee radiated heat. As I watched him pull himself from the car and walk casually across the brightly lit parking lot, I thought dumb things. I will never wash my knee again. I will never wash these jeans again. I will cut the knee out of these jeans and sew a pillow to sleep on every night, just to have a molecule of him in my bed with me.

His dark eyes challenged me. They were weapons that could hurt me. Here was the worst thing about them: I could tell that if Johnafter loved you, his dark eyes would be beautiful and friendly and warm. So every time he cut me down with a look that was cold and unfriendly and ugly, it was a double insult, a reminder of what I could never have. I found myself avoiding his dark eyes when I could.

Hunter deepened it.

Feel the chain saw. Be the chain saw.

He ran his hands through his hair and held on to the back of his neck both biceps bulging. Dang him for looking so hot when I wanted to run away

I love cops," he said. "It's like my life, but with all the boring parts taken out.

I want words that are still alive, that have a pulse. Hot words, people! Give me the bullet, not the casing — fire it right in my chest. I'll die gladly for some fresh language.

I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

He kissed her hungrily, as if for nourishment. Later it would seem to him an act of cannibalism; the law he violated seemed nearly that ancient. But that night he was beyond reason, a man too long starved.

Love: the impossible combination of being IN the deep end and being OFF the deep end.

There wasn't an in-between for me. I lived at extremes. And maybe I'd die at them too.

Thea isn't a girl. She's a whirlwind wrapped in a hurricane wrapped in steel.

He didn't move, didn't blink, wasn't physically aggressive in any way, but he bled power, and he knew it.

Grayson jerked to a halt, every muscle in his body taut. "Don't you say her name." His posture was angry, but his voice sounded like it was about to crumble. Like I'd gutted him. Not just Jameson. My mouth went dry. Emily didn't just matter to Jameson.

There was something intense in those words, in the expression on his face—like the boy who'd learned to see the world saw me.

Some puzzles make more sense at two hundred miles an hour.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.