Quotes About Intensity

I was completely enchanted, and have been ever since. Don't you know how you have turned my world upside down?

She realized even as she gazed that he was looking at her just as intently.

For God's sake if you must hate me, do so wholeheartedly.

He hated himself with a depth of hatred he had never felt for anyone else.

In one way . . . living in a cocoon was preferable to stepping out into a larger, brighter, freer world. There was light and joy in this world—she seemed to have lived more intensely in the past week than she had done in all her life before. But there was the anticipation of pain too. The house was going to feel quite unbearably empty . . . . Her life was going to be unbearably empty. But then cocoons were not necessarily warm, comforting places either.

My mother looked at my image as if she were looking at a wicked little girl come to scornfully show herself to her poor mother. There was love in her look, but with such jealousy mixed in that the feelings became quickly slurred. It was what my mother gave me, so I took it and I gave it back; I reveled in her jealousy as she reveled in my vanity. Reveling and rageful, we went between sleep and dreams right there in the dining room. Silent and still, we attacked each other like animals.

He took my hand with an indifferent aggressive snatch. It felt like he could have put his hand through my rib cage, grabbed my heart, squeezed it's little to see how it felt, then let it go.

Together we read Keats's letters to his lost beloved about how the stitches on a cap she made him went through him like a spear. I lace my fingers with his. The average non-poetry devotee may think the intensity around this stuff off-kilter at the least, but for us, it's like digging our hands together into a secret vat of pearls. In that realm only we are rich as any royalty.

Los mejores están sin convicción, y los peores llenos de apasionada intensidad.

Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in its most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.

There can be distractions, but if you're isolated from the heart of the Games, the Olympics become just another competition.

Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame.

let me be as urgent as a knife

the passionate hands of the sun

That burning lava is miles deep," said Nancy. "Its temperature is over seventeen hundred degrees Fahrenheit.

Seriously hairy shit was going down on a regular basis.

She had the theory of youth about love, that it was a violent thing, tempestuous and passionate. She thought that love demanded, not knowing that love gives first, and then asks.

Her life's full of exclamation points.

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.

Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions, but revenge remains—revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.

I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe.

But they became every day more ardent and tender. It was a passion that had frown with his growth...