Quotes About Intensity

A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.

There's a thing between us, an awesome f*cking thing, can you feel it? It burns. Meant to be. We were. Meant to be.

I am much fucking angrier than you think.

I wasn't afraid of him; I was afraid of my feeling. It was more powerful than God. If we'd ever spoken it might have burned the whole place down.

Well fuck me sideways 'til I cry

At home, it was part of my life that Ivo was always watching me, unblinking, the slits of his pupils expanding and contracting as a cat's do when it considers whether or not to pounce on its prey.

His eyes were green and cold and brilliant with murder.

What happened was I hit the cold place inside my head, the place where I'd been when I killed people for a living, the place especially where I ended up when a job looked like it was going bad. I can't describe it so it makes sense. It's really cold and really clear and nothing in the world matters except not fucking up the job-in this case, getting my damn brother on board this ship because it was what he'd said he wanted.

He wasn't talking to me; he sounded like somebody reciting a poem, and his eyes were wide and dreaming and stark barking mad.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.

Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other." S

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

I thought I longed for her, before. Now I begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, I fear it will never be assuaged. I think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But in his face I see, at last, how much I want her. For

They were beautiful beyond words, beautiful beyond understanding. So beautiful, I wanted to tear out my heart and hand it over, because after seeing them, I surely wouldn't have any more use for it.

Veronique and Dylan having the mother of all arguments. I mean, it had a plot and a subplot and several walk-on parts....

She was so fed up with unrequited love and platonic love and all the other kinds of love that weren't passionate, romantic, can't-live-without-you, I-have-to-have-you-right-now, the-beat-of-your-heart-matches-the-beat-of-mine love.

No matter when or where, he was the only person in the world who could steal his gaze like that.

she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun

Whatever you do, dancing or whatever, you got to hit. Don't sleep on it. Just hit.