Quotes About Intensity

Impulse spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness [...] Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.

Rage was making him fluent

But a fight is what they most enjoy; for it is while they are fighting that their blood chemistry makes them feel most intensely themselves. 'Feeling good,' they naturally assume that they are good. Adrenalin addiction is rationalized as Righteous Indignation and finally, like the prophet Jonah, they are convinced, unshakably, that they do well to be angry.

Unowned, the Fourth Brandenburg had an intensity of beauty, a depth of intrinsic meaning, incomparably greater than anything he had ever found in the same music when it was his private property.

Hay incidentes de un minuto que producen más efecto que un cortejo de un año.

Love must be like a great tragedy. … Like the greatest mystery in the world! None of mundane comforts, calculations and compromises must touch it.

The shortest madnesses are the best...

People who hated often had to work quite hard at keeping their hatred warm.

How rapid was his look and bashful, Tender and bold, while off and on With an obedient tear it shone.

Why?" Rhett's mouth twisted in a smile. "Because she was so full of fire and so recklessly, stubbornly brave. Because she was such a child beneath all her pretenses. Because she was unlike any woman I had ever known. She fascinated me, infuriated me, drove me mad. I loved her as consumingly as she loved him. From the day I first laid eyes on her. It was a kind of disease.

Vengeance in bloom shone in her eyes and smiled on her lips.

But these first needs of the heart are so imperious, these outpourings of amorous melancholy in young people are at once so sweet and so bitter, that they have often all the real marks of the passion.

My love for Addie is terrifying, a perpetual state of vertigo, an ongoing condition of living on the edge of an abyss.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

By the time he got rid of her clothes, he might not be able to get his own off, or ever father children, but then he glanced up, saw her eyes were lit like the fire of glittering emeralds, but decided he'd gnaw his clothes off if necessary.

What makes you think I didn't really mean no?" "Well, for one, you're awfully worked up over the guy. In that she-doth-protest-too-much kind of way.

He loves her like a gambler loves a fast racehorse or a desperate man loves whiskey. That kind of love eats a man up.

His eyes were intense. "I hate killers. I want the world to be a good place, a safe place. For me and my wife and my friends, and my kids when I have them. I guess that's why I'm a policeman. To help make one little corner of the world a safer place.

Again in the dark, sea-scented night, he was filled with power and excitement and rhythm.

Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?" "So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober.

My only gift can be this blazing blade, this knife's sharp constancy.

We think that this thought does a nice job of expressing the tension that often happens in good S/M – the "oh-my-god-this-is-terrible-please-don't-stop" energy that we all know and love.

Ice hockey is a form of disorderly conduct in which the score is kept.

Fitchett smiled to himself. He loved this bit, when it's about to kick off. Half terror, half ecstasy. The adrenaline surging through him like an electric current. His breathing coming in short gasps and his stomach trying to push its way up through his throat. 'The Buzz' they called it. And they were right. Fitchett was buzzing, this was what it was all about for him. This blast of magic.