Quotes About Intensity

In order to love fighting, I have to hate it.

There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

The tide of my love Has risen so high let me flood over You.

To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.

I needed to hate someone and you're the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

You want a love that consumes you, you want passion and adventure and even a little danger.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

Intense love always leads to mourning.

Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

My knives are like a tongue - I love, I do not love, I hate. If you don't love me, I am ready to attack. I am a double-edged knife.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that's where my desire for you is sending me

Finish-the-fucking-story". "Music!

I felt everything more intensely, saw everything as if a filter had been removed.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

I had a vague memory of the intensity of teenage female relationships; more of a passion than a normal friendship.

She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to.

And I kissed him until reason seeped out through my pores and I became a living pulse, conscious only of what I wanted to do to him.

and suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. Will hadn't described any of it like this. I had thought I might be bored. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And

and I felt myself colour under the intensity of his gaze.

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire …