Quotes About Intensity

The sight of Imran [Khan] tearing fearsomely down the hill and the baying of the crowd made me realise for the first time that adrenalin was sometimes brown

He formed his sentences hesitantly and then threw them at me with such force that I felt as if I were receiving a present each time

Being a rock 'n' roll star ain't a part-time gig.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

And I know how he feels—it's so good it hurts. I think I'm going to die from happiness. I think I'm going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

I struck my match, she poured out her gasoline. We burn now. All the time.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

I made a movie where I played a girl that just got out of prison and we shot it very very quickly but very intensely-that took me a long time to get over.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."

The Bowling Green game was a big-time environment. We wanna see that for all the games.

Don't say the old lady screamed. Bring her on and let her scream.

looking into the muzzle of Slade's pistol. "And the next instant," added my informant, impressively, "he was one of the deadest men that ever lived.

Love is madness if thwarted it develops fast

I shot the current through all the fences and struck the whole host dead in their tracks! There was a groan you could hear! It voiced the death pang of eleven thousand

FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse of you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

Her heart at that point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.

His eyes were cold and brown — like coffee stains…

I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

But now those thoughts weren't thoughts at all, they were clouds of landed punches, and every one fell true.

Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera