Quotes About Intensity

My love's a noble madness.

Fanatics," Halt said. "Don't you just love 'em?

Nothing jazzes me up like football. I've acquired more passion of the years, not less. Not to love it wouldn't make sense.

Love can climb the highest mountain or sink to the lowest depth

Stanley Kubrick made Shelly Duvall go crazy during 'The Shining.' It's like one of the best performances ever. Maybe he shouldn't have gone that far, but I love that movie.

When I'm really involved or getting towards the end of a novel, I can write for up to ten hours a day. At those times, it's as though I'm writing a letter to someone I'm desperately in love with.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

Like a soldier back from battle you fill my vision. You're a flood, a baptism I'd forgotten, and the force of you leaves me breathless.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

I really would love to play a hannibal lector or PSYCO type character.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

I love research. I'd go so far as to say I'm a research fanatic.

It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.

Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.

I love Emmylou Harris's version of my song, 'Sweet Old World.' Her intonation is great.

I love 'Breaking Bad.' I think that's my favorite show.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

The first right of every child is to be wanted, to be desired, to be planned for with an intensity of love that gives it its title to being.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.