Quotes About Intensity

It's as if the Sox have walked through the Stadium driving stakes through every single ghost's, vampire's and Yankee fan's rotten, cobwebby heart.

I backhanded him, he punched me and it was a red rag to a bull. I hit him a few times around the face – hard, but not letting myself go – until the door lads came over and grabbed him to drag him

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.

Here is one of the principles of women waking: If you don't respond to the first gentle nudges, they will increase in intensity. Next you will wake up on the roof. And if you do not respond to that, there will likely be a crash.

I was wishing I had a story like that one to live inside me with so much loudness you could pick it up on a stethoscope.

Go, be boiling clouds and lightning spears and sky-splitting roars.

The hope that he'll change, the search for the magic key, and the intensity of her love all combine to place the woman in a very vulnerable position. Her acceptance of her partner's insults, humiliations, and scare tactics has given him enormous power over her: he can now control her behavior and feelings by the mere switch of a mood. This can be a terrifying position for her.

Wanting struck him like lightning, burning hot and bright. His breath caught in his throat as the need grew. She fit him perfectly . . . And then there was the kiss. Her mouth was everything he'd hoped for. Hot and sweet and willing.

Maya sat with Phoebe and Chase. He didn't linger on that group, because he knew what would happen. His gaze would settle on Phoebe, and he wouldn't want to look away. Not with the firelight making her eyes shine and her skin glow. Not with the sound of her voice easing inside of him and tying him up in knots. She was five kinds of temptation with just enough hell thrown in to make things interesting.

If he'd tossed her to the ground and started ripping off her clothes, instead of being outraged, she would have helped. She would have done it right there, in front of God and the goats.

He was a man on the sexual edge, and she couldn't wait to push him over.

Mad people = People who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.

I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.

The early Romantic sought superiority by desiring, and by desiring to desire, more intensely than others do.

The story must strike a nerve—in me. My heart should start pounding when I hear the first line in my head. I start trembling at the risk.

His intensity was magnetic, irresistible.

docks—I thought of these acts as love offerings to me. Despite the time and intensity he gave to others, he made me feel that I was the vessel into which he was pouring his best self. I realized I had come to love him for his hunger to bless. The

Grief is savage, like love. I think maybe it's the same thing as love? It's love that is trapped inside you, a bird that can't spread its wings so it flaps violently in protest until it's exhausted and broken and utterly without hope. No, grief is not sadness. It's love that is desperately, urgently lost, an intense longing that pools in your lungs and balls up in your throat, so that when you try to talk it just pours out of you like sludge.

Rourke was the Grim Reaper with a hard-on.

She had known a love as intense as the brightest star, and a betrayal deeper than the blackest void in space.

Gale winds of emotion shuddered through her in unending waves.

She read voraciously, devouring a dog-eared copy of The Handmaid's Tale it one sleepless night.

You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me.

My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature