Quotes About Intensity

Misery does not automatically generate discontent, nor is the intensity of discontent directly proportionate to the degree of misery. [...] A grievance is most poignant when almost redressed. […] Our frustration is greater when we have much and want more than when we have nothing and want some. We are less dissatisfied when we lack many things than when we seem to lack but one thing.

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The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

I'm guns and roses without the roses

I said, "This is what happens when you find Gideon." Eyes

Your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood.

On aime toujours trop quand on aime vraiment. L'exces est de rigueur. ( Don Juan ) Votre Diablerie, vous ne pouvez dire cela. Tout est pour le pire dans le pire des mondes possibles. ( Le majordome dans L'Ecole du diable )

The capacity to love demands a state of intensity, awakeness, enhanced vitality, which can only be the result of a productive and active orientation in many other spheres of life. If one is not productive in other spheres, one is not productive in love either.

What kind of a kiss was that anyway? It was the kind that sucked your soul out of your body. Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.

There was something so primal and hungry about the way he stared down at her..the way their bodies unconsciously strained toward one another as if nothing - not even time, not distance, not even death- could ever keep them apart.

And the attraction burns fire amongst us and the spark is lit. We humans just add fuel to the fire." Lucas whispered behind her.

My pupils are stabbed into my head like black thumbtacks pinning my entire face in place.

The way she could turn in to her camera close-up like life depended on her.

What I wanted was to blow a hole in the sky, explode a star, let the burning embers scorch me and everything they touched.

Shit-damn, fuck-a-damn, fuck-a-damn-damn, some motherfucker just fucked my man, I'll fuck another fucker better than the other fucker, shit-damn, fuck-a-damn, fuck-a-damn!

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

Now go bring back someone's head on the front of your Lexus for Mommy, okay?" Ellery's mother to him

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate.

Taylor liked a little more bite from a kiss. Brandon had that. Like the bite of alcohol in a mojito—some citrus, some mint, and some wow. Absolutely lethal.

Fucking mine, you hear me? Mine—no one else's, you're fucking mine and I fucking want you. I want you, and I'm taking you, and I'm never giving you back!

Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn't delude myself.)

can shoot an arrow into it and make it rain blood.