Quotes About Intensity

The process of writing, any form of creativity, is a power intensifying life.

I guess I get enough real life, in real life, so that's why I like things that are more extreme.

I just hate to lose. When I am on the court, it is like my life depends on it.

Going from crying to laughing that fast and hard happens maybe five times in your life and that extreme right turn is the reason why we are alive, and I believe it extends our life by many years.

The way I played the game, the way I live my life, is very emotional.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

Being a mathematician is a bit like being a manic depressive: you spend your life alternating between giddy elation and black despair.

In order to hit a good golf shot at that moment in time when you're standing over the ball, you must believe that golf shot is the most important things in your life.

Anything dark and emotionally complex, I'll do it. You're acting, but when you take an acting role, you have to live it. You're living the life of that person.

Baseball isn't a life-and-death matter, but the Red Sox are.

furor poeticus

You are the most beautiful girl that has ever lived, and it is worth dying to have kissed you.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee.

I am so angry. And so happy to see him.

It doesn't matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love. So much in love, that equally desperate measures must be taken

He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the sky.

Gat, mi Gat. Él es contemplación y entusiasmo. Ambición y café intenso. Me encantan los parpados de sus ojos castaños, su lisa piel oscura, el labio inferior que sobresale. Su mente. Su mente.

Eso fue amor, y me golpeó tan fuerte que me apoyé contra la pantalla de la puerta que seguía de pie entre nosotros, sólo para permanecer vertical.

The music was turbulent. It made her feel as if the sky was about to break open, and as if Mikey not loving her and Toby being an addict were being pushed through the music into the sky.

I cried and bit my fingers and drank wine I snuck from the Clairmont pantry. I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting. I

No importa que uno de nosotros esté perdida y desesperadamente enamorado. Tan enamorado que deben tomarse medidas igualmente desesperadas.

I am an arsonist

my whole body sings to be near him,because every movement he makes is charged with electricity.I often think of putting my arms around him or running my fingers along his lips.When I let my thoughts go there the sharp pain of unrequited love invites the migraine in.

Refinement is the sign of deficient vitality, in art, in love, and in everything.