Quotes About Intensity

Bull. Shit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him like a cat on a curtain," Denise said with undisguised relish.

To rip off a piece of lover's temper was a pleasure in her deepest vein of enjoyment.

And this is the unwritten history of man, his unseen, negative accomplishment, his power to do without gratification for himself provided there is something great, something into which his being, and all beings can go. He does not need meaning as long as such intensity has scope. Because then it is self-evident; it is meaning.

If energy is delight and exuberance is beauty, the manic depressive knows more about life than anyone else. Didn't Freud say happiness was nothing more than the remission of pain? So, the more pain, the intenser the happiness.

Everyone got bitterness in his chosen thing. It might be in the end that the chosen thing that the chosen thing in itself is bitterness because to arrive at the chosen thing needs courage, because it's intense, and intensity is what the feeble humanity of us can't take for long. And also the chosen thing can't be one that we already have, since what we already have there isn't much use or respect for.

You burn the house to roast the pig.

an almost chemical change seemed to dissolve and recomposethe 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.

The rain fell like dead bullets.

Just try to keep up.

I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment's keenest pain, Enamored hate, exhilarant disdain.

Ho tante cose in me, e ciò che sento per lei divora tutto; ho tante cose, e senza di lei non ho più nulla.

In the end, by all the Devils, yes! Partisan hatred's still the best,

Certe volte mi accade di non poter capire come un altro possa volerle bene, abbia il diritto di volerle bene, mentre io l'amo così esclusivamente, così intensamente e non conosco, non so, e non ho altro che lei.

zavall? türden tutkulard?r bunlar, ve bunlar? örtmeye hiç mi hiç gerek duyulmuyor. ..

Isso é bem outra coisa", replicou Alberto, "porque um homem que se deixa arrastar por uma paixão violenta perde a faculdade de refletir e deve ser considerado como um ébrio, como um demente.

Albert fell upon her neck, and kissed her, and exclaimed, "We are so, and we shall be so!" Even Albert, generally so tranquil, had quite lost his composure; and I was excited beyond expression.

Where one day she'll be glimpsed: creature who'll scorch me with love?

A volte mi prende qualcosa che non so definire: non è angoscia, non è desiderio, è un ignoto tumulto interno che minaccia di lacerarmi il petto, che mi stringe la gola.

In meinen Adern welches Feuer! In meinem Herzen welche Glut!

Ah Werther, elinizin de?di?i her ?eye kar?? bu kadar hiddetli yakla?an, kar?? konulamaz bir tutkuyla ba?lanan biri olmak zorunda m?yd?n?z?

Nas?l da çocuk gibi oluyoruz bazen! Nas?l da ?iddetle arzuluyoruz bir bak???!

The most virtuous hearts have a touch of hell's own fire in them.

There is a scene in one of the Rocky movies where after the match Apollo Creed and Rocky are waiting for the scoring of their brawl all beat up and battered, obviously both fighters gave all they had to win, and Apollo Creed says to Rocky - "Your not getting a rematch" and Rocky says "I don't want one". I love that scene. That's when you know that you left no doubt - that your opponent, win or lose, never wants to compete against you ever again. That's fighting.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. –WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS