Quotes About Intensity

Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.

Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.

I wish our love was right now.

I love it when you're demented like this.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

I used to love ballet and I did it really, really intensely. But it came so much about achieving physical perfection, which when I was 14 was a big deal.

There are things that can be accomplished only by violence. Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

I love working with Alexander Skarsgard. He brings such gravity to a scene.

I was also told that there is no greater prayer than that of a mother for her children. These are the purest prayers because of their intense desire and, at times, sense of desperation. A mother has the ability to give her heart to her children and to implore mightily before God for them.

He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.

I felt weightless. I felt nothing would happen to me. I felt that anything might happen to me. I was looking straight ahead, running, trying to keep up, and things were occurring along the dark peripheries of my vision: there would be a bright light and then darkness again and the sound, constantly, of something else breaking, and of movement, of objects being thrown and of people falling.

he intended to exploit as best he could the traditional rivalries, for that was one of the best things the league had going for it, genuine rivalries in which the players themselves participated. Those rivalries, Boston-Philly, New York–Baltimore, needed no ballyhoo; the athletes themselves were self-evidently proud and they liked nothing better than to beat their opponents

Anything worth doing is worth overdoing

Eres la mujer a la que no puedo ignorar

Tennis is a perfect combination of violent action taking place in an atmosphere of total tranquility.

life is a loaded gun that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

I was too young then to see that she was staring into the great mystery just as intently as her sisters, her gorgeous, brown and white, philosophic sisters.

I don't believe you. You're a liar. Play it fucking loud!

I want you so much, he said with such heart-tugging sincerity that to be fair, a translation from Turkish to English would have to flip a coin between want and love.

It almost felt like too much, just by the sad weight of its being so little.

I bring rage out. I do bring rage out. I always have. I don't know if that's an asset or a liability, but whatever it is, I do.

I changed into a quiet girl, with an inner life that burned with such ferocity that I had no words to express it.

It is love in old age, no longer blind, that is true love. For the love's highest intensity doesn't necessarily mean it's highest quality.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.