Quotes About Intensity

The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life.

Sometimes love is pastel. Sometimes love is black. And sometimes love is fiery red and you feel as if you are going to burn in the flames.

If she's gonna love again, it won't be an eternity but a hard, fast conflagration that leaves everyone else in the embers.

She lit wildfires inside my soul and fanned them with hurricanes.

You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...

Whenever they met, the air crackled and sparks flew in the sky.

Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.

We almost made love with fire, fire in our eyes, fire in our souls, and even in our bones.

Sensitive people either love deeply or they regret deeply. There really is no middle ground because they live in passionate extremes.

I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him, how violently I loved.

I've made him a monster by overloving. Lord knows, if hatred could make him human again.

When their mouths collided, the earth shifted, and she felt like she was coming face-to-face with death, and the brush was sweet, while he experienced life in the most shattering way.

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare.

I am consumed by love.

If people were rain I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.

She was like the Sun. At just the right distance, she gave me life, but if I got too close, she would burn me.

We've all loved someone way too freakin' much.

It's okay to love something a little too much, as long as it's real to you.

My first love was everything, all at once. The kind of love you fight for, the kind of boy you fight for.

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.

We were a perfect match. Maybe that's why we burnt out.

Love and Hate: both are four-lettered and both involve passion. And sometimes when love turns into hate, passion grows murderous.