Quotes About Intensity

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting. (in The Sporting Spirit, Tribune, GB, London, December 1945)

And yet all the while there's that peculiar intensity, the power of longing for things as you can't long when you're grown up, and the feeling that time stretches out and out in front of you and that whatever you're doing you could go on for ever.

Football] has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words it is war minus the shooting.

Sports have nothing to do with fair play. They are bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence

Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like Saint Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax.

Something in his face deeply moved me. It was the face of a man who would commit murder and throw away his life for a friend – the kind of face you would expect in an Anarchist, though as likely as not he was a Communist.

I could see that because I'd seen her cursed she hated me like the devil. Queer!

It was queer to think that less than three minutes earlier I'd been in the devil of a stew, with actual cold sweat on my backbone, at the thought that she might be dead.

Fanaticism consists of redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.

Irony is just honesty with the volume cranked up.

Ma was out back, head in hands, weaving in and out of her heaped-up crap. It was both melodramatic and not. I mean, when Ma feels something deeply, that's what she does: melodrama. Which makes it, I guess, not melodrama?

My point is that it's not the flavor of your taste that matters; it's the intensity with which you apply your taste that will cause the resulting work of art to feel highly organized.

Showed no sign of abating. roger bevins iii Was proceeding with a fury that suggested the two might well fight on into eternity. hans vollman Unless some fundamental and unimaginable alteration of reality should occur.

El amor más intenso, quizá más débil que el odio, es una negociación, nunca concluyente, entre soledades.

I have in my mind an obscenity so great that I could vomit the most dreadful words and it wouldn't be enough!

She was crying, with wild entreaty, the way one vomits.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance … in empty longing … in … the desire to burn with desire.

Los caminos que seguían, los valores a los que se abrían, sus perspectivas, sus deseos, sus ambiciones, todo eso, es cierto, les parecía a veces desesperadamente vacío. No conocían nada que no fuera frágil o confuso. Era, sin embargo, su vida, era la fuente de exaltaciones desconocidas, más que embriagadoras, era algo inmensa, intensamente abierto.

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity.

He took her face between his hands, staring down at her. She felt his fingers tremble slightly, and wondered what thoughts chased one another behind the trouble in his eyes. Suddenly his hands dropped to her shoulders, and thrust her away from him. 'No!' he said curtly.

All she wanted was to be treated to a display of ruthless and possessive manhood.

His heart cannoned like a billiard ball off some green wall of his innards.

What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it. - A substance in a cushion

Everybody said the same thing over and over again with infinite variations but over and over again until finally if you listened with great intensity you could hear it rise and fall and tell all that there was inside them, not so much by the actual words they said or the thoughts they had but the movement of their thoughts and words endlessly the same and endlessly different.