Quotes About Intensity

Everyone at some point in their lives should have a long great love affair with a magnificent lunatic.

What the fuck, babe.

Soldiers planted like vegetables waiting for the day of harvest. … everything is more intense at night, perfectly beautiful, and when the wind shifts and the reek of rotting meat vanishes for a few blessed minutes you can smell the sweet scent of the countryside.

from a blow. His yellow eyes clung to von Hallstatt. He desperately

He took several long, deep breaths. Then his head jerked violently, and he let out a shrill scream, worse than the one before.

and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

Tom sat scowling over a pile of dilapidated books with his hand in his hair, as if his head was in danger of flying asunder with the tremendous effort he was making.

Verdad que estamos bien? ¡Fuera, mamarracho! ¡Cállese usted la boca! ¡Dame un beso, rica! ¡Ah, ah!

He danced like a grasshopper on fire

a senhora não sabe, não pode saber como é ruim! é como se eu pudesse fazer qualquer coisa quando estou com raiva. fico tão selvagem que poderia ferir qualquer pessoa e ainda gostar disso. temo fazer algo horrível um dia, e estragar minha vida, e fazer com que todos me odeiem.

It was the first time I had ever seen him show any but pleasant feeling, and there could be no doubt that he was aflame with anger and resentment.

Hamilton was an exuberant genius who performed at a fiendish pace and must have produced the maximum number of words that a human being can scratch out in forty-nine years.

His tightly compressed lips expressed a fierce determination and a guarded nature.

La pasión se ocultaba en los altibajos de su temperamento, en sus crisis melancólicas, en su sensibilidad de nervio en carne viva.

la selva, ese asfixiante, putrefacto, enloquecedor vientre vegetal.

Un exterior traumáticamente gélido y por dentro las Ménades aullando.

Obsesión, perfeccionismo y un nivel elevado de energía».

en el momento agudo de la pasión eres inmortal.

And he thinks, God only knows exactly what that was, but it felt like my heart shouting. Some

He gives me that hint of a half smile tempered with those smoky eyes, a look that's probably stolen virginities, broken hearts, and inspired a few bad poems.

Because Lang was her fantasy on steroids and she wanted him. Bad.

He'd taken out one of them with well-placed elbow strikes and got another guy in a leg lock that probably wrecked the son of a bitch's knee for life, but Alec had no finesse with that last moron. He just slammed that fucker's head on the concrete and grounded-and-pounded with all he had. Might have killed him. Wouldn't

Fico na frente da televisão para aumentar o meu ódio. Quando minha cólera está diminuindo e eu perco a vontade de cobrar o que me devem eu sento na frente da televisão e em pouco tempo meu ódio volta.

The woman I love burns with jealousy, leaps to conclusions, cries, and turns to ice... but when she laughs... the world is mine.