Quotes About Intensity

Estoy desesperado y a la vez soy horriblemente feliz. Resulta muy agradable desear algo hasta ese punto.

Se chupó el dedo y lo levantó por encima de su cabeza. Lo volvió a bajar casi de inmediato. Le ardía como si lo tuviera en un horno. —Habrá amor en el aire —concluyó—. Esto está que arde.

Savoir qu'il existe des passions et ne pas les ressentir, c'est affreux.

Pulling back the slide and cocking the gun

He had been working at a furious tempo and had just come off of a hellacious operation in Syria.

Speed, surprise, and overwhelming violence of action.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

I feel myself quite wild with excitement.

The captain swore polyglot -very polyglot- polyglot with bloom and blood.

At that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight.

I remember how the smell of the rain that pervaded the streets did not die away as I entered, but somehow intensified; inside the house there was a smell of rain, clouds and air, a smell of limitless space. A smell of the sea.

Che errore pensare all'odio come qualcosa che infiamma. E' l'amore che arde, l'odio può soltanto raggelare.

I ricordi tristi sonnecchiano per tanto tempo in una delle innumerevoli caverne del ricordo, stanno li anche per anni. Per decenni, per tutta una vita. Poi, un bel giorno, tornano in superficie, il dolore che li aveva accompagnati è di nuovo presente, intenso e pungente come lo era quel giorno di tanti anni fa.

The plays should have the half-life of plutonium.

Honestly, Gideon Cross had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

You're an addiction...my obsession...

You hit me the instant I saw you. he said, gruffly. I couldn't look away. I wanted you immediately. Excessively. Almost violently.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. What is it with you and giving people the finger? What? It's a classic.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

The truth hung heavy in the air between us, a near tangible thing. I;d kill for you, give up everything I own for you...but I won't give you up.