Quotes About Intensity

Tus pensamientos han creado en ti una criatura; y cuando alguien se hace un Prometeo con su intenso pensar, un buitre se alimenta de su corazón para siempre, y ese buitre es la propia cultura que él crea.

Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the 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; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules.

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 centres, those noble natures contain the entire circumferences of inferior souls.

Her heart raced with joy to sleep with War

Customers at a marathon do not have to be prepared for their excitement. When anything happens they get excited all at once. In that respect a marathon dance is like a bullfight.

The hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion which both now tasted for the first time.

On my tombstone they will carve, IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.

When you bring an act into this town, you want to bring it in heavy. Don't waste any time with cheap shucks and misdemeanors. Go straight for the jugular. Get right into felonies.

As for LSD, I highly recommend it. We had a fine, wild weekend and no trouble at all. The feeling it produces is hard to describe. 'Intensity' is a fair word for it. Try half a cube at first, just sit in the living room and turn on the music - after the kids have gone to bed. But never take it in uncomfortable or socially tense situations. And don't have anybody around whom you don't like.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

It was dangerous lunacy, but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for.

Padecí un enamoramiento casto, y por lo tanto mucho más devastador que duró un par de años.

Bond had taken her to the station and had kissed her once hard on the lips and had gone away. It hadn't been love, but a quotation had come into Bond's mind as his cab moved out of Pennsylvania station: 'Some love is fire, some love is rust. But the finest, cleanest love is lust.

There was a scream of tortured rubber as the tyres caught the boulevard in a harsh left-handed turn, the deafening echo of a Citroën's exhaust in second gear, a crash into top, then a swiftly diminishing crackle as the car hared off between the shops on the main street towards the coast-road.

Vesper smiled at him. 'I like it,' she said. 'I like doing everything fully, getting the most out of everything one does. I think that's the way to live. But it sounds rather schoolgirlish when one says it,' she added apologetically.

The thin man had hit him a hard professional cutting blow with the edge of the hand. There was something rather deadly about his accuracy and lack of effort. He was now again lying back, his eyes closed. He was a man to make you afraid, an evil man. Bond hoped he might get a chance of killing him.

Mania, my dear Mister Bond, is as priceless as genius. Dissipation

Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.

He was discovering that being in love was not a steady state, but a matter of fresh surges or waves, and he was experiencing one now.

She was touched by his delicacy, by the way he stared fiercely at his sheet of paper, perhaps trying to hear in advance his poem through her ears.