Quotes About Intensity

Auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports. . . all others are games.

Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again." "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" "Yes. I want to ruin you." "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.

ojos grandes y una mirada grande de esos ojos y una pestaña que se desnuda con una penetrante luz abierta. (¡Ah,

Se dice que esa mujer peleaba valientemente junto a él con un sable, y lo amaba con locura.

Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words.

Chivalry here took a final farewell. It had to yield to the heightened intensity of war, just as all fine and personal feeling has to yield when machinery gets the upper hand. The Europe of today appeared here for the first time on the field of battle.

I don't like lazy rain. If it's going to rain, I want it to fall from the sky, screaming in terror as it bounces off the earth. Which sounds more morbid than it is.

Her lips was hot, like the ridge of a cooking dish.

it is amazing what you can accomplish when you do it in a "take no prisoners" manner.

And this was Love—this hunger that could never be satisfied, this craving which would not be stifled or ignored—Love triumphant, invincible, immortal—the thing she had striven to slay at its birth, but which had lived on in spite of her, growing, spreading, enveloping, till she was lost, till she was suffocated, in its immensity

She read Dickens in the same spirit she would have eloped with him.

A fanatic is one compelled to action by the need to find a strong meaning in life. The fanatic determines for himself what role he is to play in life, and his intense devotion to a cause is the means.

Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.

Speaking to people does not have the same personal intensity as listening to them. The question I put to myself is not 'How many people have you spoken to about Christ this week?' but 'How many people have you listened to in Christ this week?

What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour

Certain kinds of speed, flow, intensity, density of attacks, density of interaction... Music that concentrates on those qualities is, I think, easier achieved by free improvisation between people sharing a common attitude, a common language.

Just sayin' you got a hot nature, little girl. Quick to anger, quick to lust. Some people are just like that - hot-blooded.

I'm never going to let you," she whispered, holding herself stiff and still in his arms. "You might as well forget it and let me go right now." The arms around her tightened like iron bands and his voice was a low, possessive growl. "Never. You're mine, Olivia. The sooner you realize that the better.

He cast one last possessive glance over his shoulder at the figure in the window. "Mine," he repeated with unshakable certainty. "Mine whether you know it or not, Lilenta. And tomorrow I claim you.

His blood was boiling in his veins and a red veil had drifted over his vision. The urge to make her his permanently, to mark her and bond her until he never had to worry about losing her was so strong he had to turn away again.

The energy released by it is enormous and it becomes quite addictive, the power between the audience and the actor.