Quotes About Intensity

He was the kind of man who lit the world on fire and then fanned the flames so it burned hotter.

When people hate with all that energy, it is something in themselves they are hating.

I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.

She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

You are mine-you know you're mine! he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.

She wanted what most women want, but she wanted it much more fiercely and passionately.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

A rigour passed over him, blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.

I want excitement; and I don't care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

Just as he still cared more for her than for any other creature, so did he more intensely and frequently hate her.

There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.

When people have so much for outsiders didn't it indicate a lack of inner intensity?

Benjamin started; an almost chemical change seemed to dissolve and recompose the very elements of his body. A rigour passed over him, blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.

Only Maury Noble remained awake, seated upon the station roof, his eyes wide open and fixed with fatigued intensity upon the distant nucleus of morning. He was wondering at the unreality of ideas, at the fading radiance of existence, and at the little absorptions that were creeping avidly into his life, like rats into a ruined house.

She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

He would have considered entering the leather business because the intensity of the competition would have kept him from unhappiness.

Yes—well they were having words and she tossed some sand in his face. So naturally he sat on top of her and rubbed her face in the sand. We were—electrified.

He felt so intensely about people that in moments of apathy he preferred to remain concealed; that one could parade a casualness into his presence was a challenge to the key on which he lived