Quotes About Intensity

There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

I have loved him too much not to hate

If I weren't skateboarding, I'd love to race cars. I like anything that's fast and active.

The principal difference between love and hate is that love is a irradiation, and hate is a concentration. Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the object of its hatred.

In love, Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

They were like two enemies in love with one another.

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.

True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

Chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life.

Love is a negative form of hatred.

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren't in love.

A dream acting role would be Matt Damon in the Bourne series. I would love to do something like that!

I love Taxi Driver. When I saw it the first time, I didn't understand it, but I loved it because I thought the guy was really cool when he's talking to himself in the mirror.

When I fall in love I'm obsessed.

Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

I want to follow him. I want to go where his show is and just lie on the sidewalk outside so he can trip over me. Okay? That's how pathetic I am now. You should be thrilled. I

When this week was over, everything was over, so the party had to rage on as intensely and as long as possible.

Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!

S]he was in a pretty crazy place, screaming and waving the bucket-knife around, spattered with blood from head to toe. Lee was lying on the floor, quietly pumping out his life through his throat.

She moved proudly to the incessant music of a paean, aye! of a paean that was always crescendo.

He realised that to die for love of this lady would be no mere measure of precaution, or counsel of despair. It would be in itself a passionate indulgence—a fiery rapture, not to be foregone.