Quotes About Intensity

He glanced at Aninka, his eyes alight with the kind of excitement she did not want to see.

Behind my closed eyelids, the world was red and black, shot with flames and blood.

Their hearts were as brittle as crystal shards, yet just as sharp and hard. They broke easily into a thousand fragments, and each of those fragments was a new heart, keen enough to wound and tear.

You are doomed, all of you. What is the point of life, of so much suffering, for brief, butterfly moments of sweet intensity that are as fragile as their powdery wings?

The darkness was electric, almost vigilant.

Khaster could feel the blood beating in every inch of his veins. He could see its red building behind his eyes.

Power was gathering, swirling above them; a maelstorm of memories, emotion, and purpose.

In her heart, she had always seen him this way: virile, handsome and nervy with energy.

An urge to laugh fought to express itself in Pharinet's narrow chest. Everna looked so dramatic, all wild eyes, hawk nose, and flailing hair.

Sing a lust song," Bayard said. "Sing it for me.

She has a hot, dark air about her. It's frustrated virginity, you know.

I lay down among the the rocks, and they were gold and crimson like a royal tomb. I saw wonderous shapes rise from the fumes, twisting and curling like cats about me. They breathed upon me and filled me with fire. I saw myself leading armies. I saw myself killing men, and in my heart I felt a fierce glee. I saw myself ridding the world of all that was worthless.

He hugged Daniel tightly for a moment, and Daniel could feel Othman's body trembling as if he was weeping. He knew then that Othman would kill him.

Her feelings about Taropat and Shan confused her. She was not in love with Shan, but delighted in his body and his friendship. With Taropat, it was another, darker matter. It would be so easy to give in and let the feelings spill out, in all their awful intensity. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, every day the feelings deepened.

Already an atmosphere of anticipation, rivalling that of before the play, was intensifying.

Gone were the precise and mannered portraits he was famous for at home, which hung on the walls of patron galleries. Now, his paintings were undisciplined and fierce: no demure maidens in limpid bowers, but powerful sorceresses depicted against violent skies, cowering souls dismembered at their feet, soulscape monsters wheeling 'round their heads.

Perhaps the intensity of the feelings I had withstood that day had honed my perceptions, but never had I experienced such intimacy with my soulscaper.

Her gaze was without heat, but held the power and might of the ocean itself.

Little time, little time, little time, sang the rhythm of the pounding hooves.

Blood! Blast! And Fire

trainees would improve their rate of gaining if they would halve their training volume per workout, double the rest days between workouts, get serious about delivering real effort in the reduced training time, and pay more attention to ensuring that sufficient calories and nutrients are consumed each day.

Passion kept one fully in the present, so that time became a series of mutually exclusive 'nows.'

Los violentos placeres que se derivan de una relación sadomasoquista han sido ampliamente documentados por los expertos.

American football makes rugby look like a Tupperware party.