Quotes About Intensity

It's like my brain is firing so fast that it can't keep up with itself. Words. Colors. Sounds. Sometimes everything else fades into the background and all I'm left with is sound. I can hear everything, but not just hear it—I can feel it too. But then it can come on all at once—the sounds turn into light, and the light goes too bright, and it's like it's slicing me in two

Que vaya al Sol tu vista. Al viento tu soplo vital... Eres todos los colores en uno, con su máxima intensidad.

Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!

I keep going, because now I'm fascinated by the way Roamer's veins are throbbing, and the way his head looks like a lightbulb, all lit up and too bright.

I have never killed anyone - I realize that's not a statement most people ever have to make out loud but sometimes as a pilot you just do - but I would say the closest I got to it was just there and then specifically. I screamed back of course - I didn't know screams were contagious, but they are.

I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

He kisses like . . . like it could be his job." Margot giggles and lifts the spoons off her eyes. "Like a male prostitute?

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.

I sank onto the deck. My heart was pounding a million trillion times a minute. I never felt more alive. Anger, sadness, joy. He made me feel it all. No one else had that kind of effect on me. No one.

My heart was pounding a million trillion times a minute. I never felt more alive. Anger, sadness, joy. He made me feel it all. No one else had that kind of effect on me. No one.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. This was what people meant when they said the earth stopped turning. It felt like a world outside of that care, that moment, didn't exist. It was just us.

Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

It's like we're in a movie and the music is swelling and waves are crashing around us.

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. "Fine!" he yells. "I'm jealous! Are you happy now!" And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. This

Hear me out, just for a minute. Please. I'm begging you." He sounded strangled and hoarse.

So I lay there, sweating and sizzling like a piece of chicken on a grill.

I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

The bitch slap to end all bitch slaps.

Wow," I said, and I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

My heart is pounding like a million trillion beats a minute as I scoot closer to him.

Det är den sortens kärlek som inte vet bättre och som inte vill veta bättre, den kärlek som gör en snurrig, knäpp och galen. Den sortens kärlek upplever man bara en gång.

You guys are sadistic.