Quotes About Intensity

Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper. — Ray Bradbury

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

It doesn't matter if being so alive kills a man; it's better to have the quick fever every time.

Que el mundo arda a través de uno mismo.

When I look back now, I realize what a trial I must have been to my friends and relatives. It was one frenzy after one elation after one enthusiasm after one hysteria after another. I was always yelling and running somewhere, because I was afraid life was going to be over that very afternoon.

A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head.

It was a pleasure to burn

Fire is bright and fire is clean

The suit caught light and stirred like a bed of black tweed-thorns, interminably itching, covering the man's long body with motion so it seemed he should excruciate, cry out, and tear the clothes free.

Then you don't care any more? I care so much I'm sick.

Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

Elle avait un visage menu, d'un blanc laiteux, et il s'en dégageait une espèce d'avidité sereine, d'inlassable curiosité pour tout ce qui l'entourait. Son expression suggérait une vague surprise ; ses yeux sombres se fixaient sur le monde avec une telle intensité que nul mouvement ne leur échappait.

No puedo más, de veras. Estoy entumecido y cansado. Hoy han ocurrido demasiadas cosas. Me siento como si hubiera pasado cuarenta y ocho horas bajo una lluvia torrencial, sin paraguas ni impermeable. Estoy empapado hasta los huesos de emoción.

I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

Right now I've got an awful feeling I want to smash and kill things.

Quemémoslo todo, absolutamente todo. El fuego es brillante y limpio.

Or did you have your fingernails honed on a whetsone, my darling?

A man, a woman, rather than walk away from, or kill, each other, ride each other a lifetime, pulling hair, extracting fingernails, the pain of each to the other like a narcotic that makes existence worth the day.

Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

Why are some people all grasshopper fiddlings, scrapings, all antennae shivering, one big ganglion eternally knotting, slip-knotting, square-knotting themselves? They stoke a furnace all their lives, sweat their lips, shine their eyes and start it all in the crib. Caesar's lean and hungry friends. They eat the dark, who only stand and breathe.

I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

Soul! If anybody had ever struggled with a soul, I am the man. And I wasn't arguing with a lunatic either. Believe me or not, his intelligence was perfectly clear—concentrated, it is true, upon himself with horrible intensity, yet clear; and therein was my only chance—barring, of course, the killing him there and then, which wasn't so good, on account of unavoidable noise. But his soul was mad.

On jest romantykiem, tak romantykiem. A to bardzo ?le... Bardzo ?le... Ale i bardzo dobrze.

A blinding sunlight drowned all this at times in a sudden recrudescence of glare.