Quotes About Intensity

The time for reasoning is past; now's the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.

I always say if the marathon is a part-time interest, you will only get part-time results.

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

Playing football was like being trapped in a rhythm, and my whole career was like that. You have very little time to switch off.

When I get in there, everything gets blocked out. I just focus on the person in the cage with me. That's all my brain has room for at the time.

Cross Country: No half times, no time outs, no substitutions. It must be the only true sport.

The only time you're calm, you're centered, you're at peace, is when someone's trying to kill you. And that's just plain twisted.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

It got so that when he closed his eyes, letters and words danced in his mind. He thought of little else during that time.

Length is usually intensity. Not time.

From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

What I said to them at half time would be unprintable on the radio.

We seem to spend a lot of our time in very small spaces spouting a lot of dialogue very quickly.

I went at each race like there was a gold medal at stake. It wasn't like I ran one hard, then slacked off the next. Every time was my best effort. I didn't know how to go at it any other way.

The color red is associated with romance and blood, but not at the same time.

When you're on the ice, you have very little time, you see very little, and everything happens really quick.

There's never a time when I'm not working. I don't take vacations.

Learning is a matter of intensity not elapsed time.

You have to keep on the very edge of something, all the time, or the picture dies.

If you see one cold and vehement at the same time, set him down for a fanatic.

Cause that was more personal and more rewarding than to shoot her.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Each of our lives is a Shakespearean drama raised to the thousandth degree.

No one, not even my father, not even my children, has ever loved me the way that man loved me, that's for sure. There's something satisfying in being loved that hard, maybe more than loving that hard yourself.