Quotes About Intensity

They were both sweating freely.

Love, love: it was never as pure as you needed it to be. That was the good thing about hate. If you hated someone, really hated him, then you could wish him dead and never once worry that you would change your mind about it.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

There, the brows of mild repression--there, the lips of silent passion, Curved like an archer's bow to send the bitter arrows out.

the editor who understands continuum of movement has an additional tool to manipulate the intensity of scenes and sequences.

stress is not something to be afraid of or avoided. It is the controllability, pattern, and intensity of stress that can cause problems.

Never settle with words what you can accomplish with a flamethrower.

A good fight should be like a small play, but played seriously.

Long-term consistency trumps shot-term intensity.

Forget about winning and losing; forget about pride and pain. Let your opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh; let him smash into your flesh and you fracture his bones; let him fracture your bones and you take his life! Do not be concerned with escaping safely- lay your life before him!!

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

No money shots! No shifting, grinding, joyfully thrusting crotch shots. It didn't matter. It was all there in his eyes, his face, the face of a Saturday night jukebox Dionysus, the shimmying eyebrows and rocking band.

People always asked me how the band played like it did night after night, almost murderously consistent, NEVER stagnant and always full balls to the wall. There are two answers. One is they loved and respected their jobs, one another, their leader and their audience. The other is . . . because I MADE them!

There is a certain threshold, an intensity of sin and cynicism, beyond which no society can survive.…

Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.

Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me...

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven. Oh

God help thee old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.

In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives. And so, such hearts, though summary in each one suffering; still, if the gods decree it, in their life-time aggregate a whole age of woe, wholly made up of instantaneous intensities; for even in their pointless centers, those noble natures contain the entire circumferences of inferior souls.

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven.

And, so full of his thought was Ahab, that at every uniform turn that he made, now at the main-mast and now at the binnacle, you could almost see that thought turn in him as he turned, and pace in him as he paced; so completely possessing him, indeed, that it all but seemed the inward mould of every outer movement.

In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives.

Sueños nocturnos agotadores e intolerablemente vívidos, que, volviendo a tomar sus más intensos pensamientos a lo largo de día, los llevaban adelante entre un entrechocarse de frenesíes, dándoles vueltas como un torbellino en su cerebro llameante (...) se le convertía en angustia insufrible (...) demonios malditos le incitaban a dejarse caer entre ellos; cuando ese infierno de su interior se abría como un bostezo debajo de él.