Quotes About Intensity

Passion - eventually it cools.

A heart of fire in a shell of ice.

Ci sono paesaggi, come certi istanti della vita, che non si possono cancellare mai dalla mente; tornano sempre ad attraversarci dal di dentro, con intensità ogni volta più forte. E volgere l'ultimo sguardo al mare fu uno di questi; avevamo voltato la testa per non perdere l'estrema visione di quella speranza e addentrarci definitivamente nella terra dell'oblio.

relámpagos de risa carmesíes...

Emotions and thoughts are not who we are, they are merely emotions and thoughts, collective waves of energy moving through the web of life. They never stay as they are or hold the same intensity. They are provisional. Hence no matter how beautiful or horrible they are, they will change, with or without any effort. Just acknowledge and let them go, regardless of what they are, and you will know who you are.

I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.

Today, I demand that a film express either the joy of making cinema or the agony of making cinema . I am not at all interested in anything in between; I am not interested in all those films that do not pulse.

Boxing is just show business with blood.

I don't like to hurt people. I'm not that kind of person. But in the ring, it's a different story. You have to be ruthless. You have to go for the kill.

I'd write ya spicy songs to slither out of your throat like barracudas.

I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.

I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

Face-to-face life is all too alive and too formidably rich in meanings. Too intense.As with the sun, we should stay out of it as much as possible.

There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.

You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.

Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.

I will place my hand in that flame and feel nothing.

I studied his proud, finely carved face, and indeed no lover could have watched Helen of Troy more intently or could have been more convinced of his own inferiority.

They play with unflinching seriousness, as if life depended upon the flick of a piece or the snap of a clock - and it does. Some of these men have lost jobs and wives playing night after night, usually against the same opponent. . . . Night after night, the same men sit across from one another in the same chairs. They seem to have no sense of the passing of time.

What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.

Wordless, Infinite — You. You intensify everything. You are fire burning all that is left of my heart.

Cada (tic-tac) es un segundo de la vida que pasa, huye, y no se repite. Y hay en ella tanta intensidad, tanto interés, que el problema es sólo saberla vivir. Que cada quien lo resuelva como pueda.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.