Quotes About Intensity

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.

He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns, she was his solace in the chaos, his redemption.

She found a dark satisfaction in pain—because that pain came from him.

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Did you think you could stop me? I'll burn the world down to save her.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Sensitive people usually love deeply and hate deeply. They don't know any other way to live than by extremes because thier emotional theromastat is broken.

The depth of my feelings is proportional to the depth of the color.

Storm clouds will always ignite the darker side of my passion.

The depth of love is immeasurable, when you scale it, you will only see and experience it to the degree of your scales.

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn't already been in love with her, that would have done it.

And baby, the way you move me it's crazy

No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.And precious.

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.

Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane.And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.—You look like poetry

What you love too violently finishes by killing you.

I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air

I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it.

She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.

if looks could kill

Si alguna vez un rostro ha podido expresar la muerte, si una mirada es capaz de matar, aquel rostro, aquella mirada, se hallaban ante nosotros.