Quotes About Intensity

No, I've been calm all my life! If I don't do something, it's gonna kill me!

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. "Sometimes I really want to"—a frustrated sound—"bite you!" He froze. "I might let you." "I won't do it if you'd enjoy it.

The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. "We are no longer even, Elena. You're now in debt." "You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.

His voice wasn't loud, but there was a quality to it that made Matt shiver even though he—for once—wasn't the one in trouble.

But you know, I get tired of these overwhelming physical presences like your Mr. Hawke. All charisma and outsized ego, using the intensity of their beliefs to hit you like a fist. It's wearing.

The Radletts were always either on a peak of happiness or drowning in black waters of despair; their emotions were on no ordinary plane, they loved or they loathed, they laughed or they cried, they lived in a world of superlatives.

When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

This culture war intensity is the worst news of all because when you challenge a person's position on an issue core to his or her identity, facts and arguments are seen as little more than further attacks, easily deflected.

Oh, how I'd enjoyed all that sweet crisp righteous anger, my favorite drug: I'd nearly ridden the high straight into murder.

Also I hadn't lost an ounce of the passionate desire to beat him over the head with a large stick, and surely that was a sign of true love.

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

I wanted to scream, to weep. I wanted to drag my hand across the world and wipe it.

Aad kon behoorlijk verhit raken als ze geïrriteerd was, en als er ooit een onderdeel 'razernij' aan de Olympische Spelen wordt toegevoegd, ben ik de grote favoriet voor goud.

the long sorrow of the color red.

state of mind known as a BURNING DESIRE.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.

What the flower vendor interpreted as 'pretty nasty' was only the intensity that comes to those who, better late than never, have found a purpose in life and are pursuing it to make up for lost time.

That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.

This is a world of shadows, Daniel, and magic is a rare asset. That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.

Ik dankte de hemel dat er geen getuigen waren van mijn blos, die voldoende zou zijn geweest om een sigaar op een halve meter afstand te doen ontbranden.

A férfi olyan hamar felmelegszik, mint a villanykörte: egy pillanat alatt t?zbe jön, s ugyanilyen hamar ki is h?l. Ellenben a nÅ' - s ez tudományosan bizonyított tény - úgy melegszik fel, mint a vasaló. Lassan, fokozatosan forr fel, mint a jó húsleves. De ha egyszer átforrósodott, nincs, aki leh?tse.

La soledad que desprendía aquella mujer quemaba

Slušaju?i ga, palo mi je na pamet da mi u tom trenutku zadovoljstvo može priuštiti samo da zapalim pola svijeta i izgorim s njim.