Quotes About Intensity

He kissed 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.

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. In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marvelled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman.

Squash is boxing with racquets.

aš niekada nefilmuoju ger? performans? ar intensyvaus gyvenimo aš filmuoju tik blogus performansus ir kasdieninio gyvenimo fragmentus su kuriais aš tada kuriu intensyv? nauj? gyvenim?.

This is a decisive trait of the era of technological addictiveness: that one can return again and again to a neutral void that has little affective intensity of any kind.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

I began to enjoy myself: being apoplectic's quite invigorating.

In some important aspects the Nazi genocide was not unique. In numbers killed, Hitler was surpassed by Stalin and by Mao. In proportion of the population killed, he was surpassed by Pol Pot. But, in other ways, there was a unique moral horror to what the Nazis did. There was an intensity of positive hatred in those who planned the genocide,

Sports is to war as pornography is to sex. We get to exercise some ancient, ancient drives.

Milo mugged for the camera again, turned and faced Frisk, drew back his arm and hit Frisk, hard, in the face.

Fuck you in the ass," said Skip. Looking for his trunks.

Sometimes it was funny - the passion he put into each new phase.

Blood always excites me.

If you ever managed to make me cry, my tears would sear your face.

I'd put two .45 slugs in him from fifteen feet. Pretty much does the trick. If it doesn't then your only logical ammunition upgrade is Kryptonite. But

Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm. Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm, but the guy fired, once, twice, and Baine fell. But the gun fell too, just enough time for me to fire, and I did, again and again, until the gun was out of bullets.

Ah, two firm friends, reunited at last! There should be sweet violin music playing for us, but I'll settle for the screams of the dying.

As always, the first instant he sees her, he can feel his heart shut down, the way you do in those first moment after impact, or, he supposes, when you're drowning. Love or panic. The two have always been fairly indistinguishable to him.

The last time I saw Wade, I attacked him with an office chair. The time before that, I jammed a lit cheesecake up his ass and almost burned his balls off. So it's understandable that his first reaction upon seeing me is to flinch and assume a defensive posture.

Phillip, who is congenitally incapable of moderation

He doesn't so much fall in love as dive-bomb it like a kamikaze pilot, fearless and at full throttle. He used to look at this propensity as a gift, then a curse, and now understands it to be just another way in which he is broken.

I need drama in my life to keep making music.

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way.