Quotes About Intensity

I find theater emotionally expensive and all-involving. You have to pour so much blood and passion and heart into it. And so much time. Why do that for something that's only vaguely interesting and anyone can do it?

In '24,' you spend so much time with your faces really close, eye contact with such intensity.

Those who see beauty almost too intensely can easily look mad to those who are functioning within the confines of so-called normal life.

Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition.

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgement as doth anger

All passions that allow themselves to be savored and digested are only mediocre. -from Of sadness

El que puede decir cómo es su ardor, arde con un fuego pequeño.

Perhaps [transgression] is like a flash of lightning in the night which, from the beginning of time, gives a dense and black intensity to the night it denies, which lights up the night from the inside, from top to bottom, yet owes to the dark the stark clarity of its manifestation, its harrowing and poised singularity.

How could the disciplines and the power that functions in them appear arbitrary, when they merely operate the mechanisms of justice itself, even with a view to mitigating their intensity?

Flamme — l'âme s'effile comme une lame.

I am pinned to my seat with pity and horror and a weird, twisted affection laced with longing and traces of lust.

He looks at me again and the flames vanish and the knife is gone and his voice goes light and breezy and all coffee-shop conversational, as if he wasn't just one second ago impaling me with fiery eyes and discussing the dark fate of my best friend and the souls of all my classmates.

No one ever said that making love had to be a gently-flowing river which slowly became a flood. Sometimes the raging torrent came first. As it did now, as tempers drove it and the desire to fight each other became as compelling as the desire to drown in each other's surging swell.

I felt pure the way you feel after you vomit, kind of light and strangely holy, like having taken a sauna in hell.

She kissed her like she'd been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.

God, but it was fun! It was the way I liked it. No arguing, no talking to the stupid peasants. I just walked into that room with a tommy gun and shot their guts out. They never thought that there were people like me in this country. They figured us all to be soft as horse manure and just as stupid.

They were going to die slower and harder than any son of a bitch had ever died before, and while they died I'd laugh my god-damn head off!

I'd rip her heart and lungs and lights out if she so much as—

Practice with a purpose. Practice like you play.

I'm so passionate about my writing, there's page-spunk pouring out of my fingertips.

Wtedy wreszcie zrozumiano, ?e nale?y si? rzuci? na Iwana, i rzucono si? na niego.

the eye was blinded by the blaze of silver boiling in the sun. (185)

And this time with ardent lips so lightly grazing he kissed her trembling mouth, and then answered her pleas, in language dazing with sweet temptation; once again those mighty eyes were fixed and gazing deep into hers. He set her blazing. He gleamed above her like a spark or like a knife that finds its mark.

Mais moi, je te le jure, en entendant ta voix, j'éprouve une félicité si profonde, si étrange, que les baisers les plus ardents ne pourraient la remplacer.