Quotes About Intensity

The crack inside your fucking heart is me.

I can't love you as much as I love you. I can't feel as happy as I am....Were you as sad as you were sad? As lonely as you were lonely? I wasn't. Me neither. I would have died of it.

Pity us, yes, but we are brave, she thought, and wild, more life in us than we can bear, the fire infolding itself in us. That peace could only be amazement, too.

Pity us, yes, but we are brave, she thought, and wild, more life in us than we can bear, the fire infolding itself within us.

wet, turgid flesh.

Yo de Lily me enamoré como un becerro, la forma más romántica de enamorarse —se decía también templarse al cien—...

Esti gelos? I-am zis ca da, foarte gelos. Si ca era asa de frumoasa, ca mi-as vinde sufletul diavolului si as da orice sa fac dragoste cu ea sau cel putin s-o sarut. I-am luat mana si i-am sarutat-o.

con su amante, hacia lejanas comarcas llenas de color, donde a espléndidas ciudades de catedrales de mármol blanco y aguzados campanarios suceden bosques de limoneros, deliciosas aldeas de pescadores y una cabaña tropical rodeada de palmeras: el paisaje y el clima son allí tan torrenciales como la pasión.

Ik herinnerde me haar woorden: 'Door dit te doen leef ik intenser.' Goed, wie met vuur speelt, zal zich vroeg of laat branden.

Omdat ik niets zo leuk vind als jou te kwellen. Had je dat niet gemerkt?' 'Hélas, ja,' zei ik, terwijl ik een kus op haar haar drukte. 'Dat heb ik maar al te goed gemerkt, al sinds een aantal jaren, en het ergste is dat ik niet door schade en schande wijzer word. Ik lijk het zelfs leuk te vinden. We zijn het volmaakte paar: de sadiste en de masochist.

Ahora sabía que el amor era también una exaltación de la piel, un encandilamiento de los sentidos, un vértigo que parecía completarla

Bueno, en el fondo yo sabía que ella no sería nunca una mujer normal. Y tampoco quería que lo fuese, porque lo que yo amaba en ella era también lo indómito e imprevisible de su personalidad.

ojos profundos y de luz vivísima y se movía en el agua como un pez.

Mi salvación fue leer, leer los buenos libros, refugiarme en esos mundos donde vivir era intenso, una aventura tras otra, donde podía sentirme libre y volvía a ser feliz.

Freak the ferocious out.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just music . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine? In the song 'Cosmic Love,' she catalogs the way in which the world has gone dark, distorting her, when she, a rather intense young woman, was left bereft by a love affair. 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.

That was just how Jim was. He saturated. He overflowed. He drowned.

It was like pressing your thumbnail against a radiator when it's really hot and the pain starts and it makes you want to cry and the pain keeps hurting even when you take your thumb away from the radiator.

He hated it as if he were about to love it—unforgivingly, irrationally, sadly.

TO BE mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

And then he was suddenly overwhelmed. It was as if a thousand bolts of lightning had converged to lift him. All he could see was blue, electric blue, wet shining warm blue, blue to no end, everywhere, blue that glowed and made him cry out, blue, blue, her eyes were blue.

He was able to find the intensity and beauty that he wanted, in the plung itself. Physical forces in a complicated coalition of gravity, acceleration, and temperature were powerful and intense enough to satisfy him. It made sense. Nothing was as comforting as the enduring purity of elemental forces, and returning to them could not mean defeat. But he never thought that he would die in a bark suit, strapped to a shock pancake, next to an incompetent midget.

Disdain is only as intense as similarity.

At this instant, Alessandro was electrified, as if lightning had struck the telephone wire or Saint Elmo's fire had filled the room, for part of the dream that he could not recall had come back to him with full force.