Quotes About Intensity

The thunder of love is unassailable.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

Because you aren't who you think you are. You aren't what everyone else believes. You might have delivered countless deaths but you love more fiercely than anyone I've ever known.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

Hockey is the only thing that I'm not good at that I love.

I love melodrama. I love the simple fact. When you read Euripides he's a page turner. It's like reading a Mexican comic book romance.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

He looked at her Something Turned cancerous He was in love.

My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

This thing called love was a total mystery to me, but the vagaries of passion and despair that accompanied each devotion kept my life in high drama.

Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.

I want to play a character I've never been before-a crazy serial killer like Charlize Theron in Monster. I'd love to have to shave my head.

There's a part of me that would love to be in an action movie where I get to run around and punch people in the face and, whatever, be a murderer, I don't care!

What does it say? Does he love you madly?

I love artists that just do what they do with so much passion and emotion.

Love is a flame neither timid nor tame.

I like to hear songs which can lay it all on, songs which can look at the dark side as well as the bright side, sometimes they can be as strong as each other. Love and hatred are close.

I love seeing tennis up close.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.