Quotes About Intensity

Radiance unrelenting— no peace, no shadow, no shelter now—

a contact sport like football.

He always entered the house as though he were entering it with the intention of tearing it down from inside

Each created entity is in symbiotic relationship with every other and in such a way that any act reverberates out and affects the whole, shaking this web with varying degrees of intensity.

He was not a man to hide his emotions and if tested, his blue eyes would darken, gleaming like unfathomable gems.

It is not enough to love you. It is not enough to want you destroyed.

It was like a dam breaking, its walls giving way all at once under the crushing weight of his emotions.

Kiss me, she told him impulsively. Right now. Like you mean it. Like you might not get another chance. He did so, on the mouth, a long kiss that caused Pinch, standing in the doorway, to gasp and mutter in dismay. She closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. So sweet, so exciting.

Grrratch luuug Raaaach aaarg

Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.

Sometimes lunatics are so driven, they can take the whole world into madness with them.

No one is as fanatical as a convert.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

It would take a lot to faze a copper from the Met. It would take, for example, a huge, battered car that was nothing more nor less than a fireball, a blazing, roaring, twisted metal lemon from Hell, driven by a grinning lunatic in sunglasses, sitting amid the flames, trailing thick black smoke, coming straight at them through the lashing rain and the wind at eighty miles per hour. That would do it every time.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.

A screaming vampire is always the centre of attention.

This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

OH. DRAMA. Oh, hell.

She met his gaze, and what she saw in his eyes scared her, because at that instant she saw both possibility and heartbreak. She was ready for neither.

she committed the most

Dolay?s?yla detaylara inan?lmaz önem verir, her bir probleme potansiyel bir kriz gözüyle bakard?.

Ich liebe dich ja… wie heißt es doch, wenn man einen Zweig abbricht und die Blätter abreißt? Von Herzen, mit Schmerzen, über alle Maßen.

No, he must possess her if he could — to-day, quickly, as soon as possible. It was in that frame of mind that he returned to Mrs. Bracebridge's home from his visit to Lorrie Street.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will–o'–the–wisp, dancing onward to fairylands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.