Quotes About Intensity

Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.

Love can soften people, I believe that. But in me, now, love riles up an anger, a red-hot rage that crawls on my skin, seeps into my blood and brings out the worst in me. That's why everyone I love is better off loving me from afar.

She wanted to do such violent things to him, it scared her.

Hate is a very strong word, Emelda. You don't hate—you dislike.

There's a fine line between love and hate.Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.

The great lovers will always be unhappy, because for them love is great and so they ask of their beloved the same intensity of thought that they have for her – otherwise they feel betrayed.

And too intense a longing, everyone knows, can lead to poor decisions, rash actions, hopes that become outsized and in turn deform reality

We forget that every fervor will subside.

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.

You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. I knew I'd get on top of you somehow, he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am? No, I'm just opportunistic. I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, Oh, do that again. It felt great.

Eric was incensed, to use a good entry from my word of the day Calender. In fact his eyes were almost throwing sparks he was so angry. This woman has been mine, and she will be mine he said in tones so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand.

With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said, "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

Snap out of it, I said. I wasn't in the mood. With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. When you smell like that, he said. I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you. -Eric drunk on Fairies.

Te quiero -dijo- Nada de lo que hagas o digas podrá cambiarlo. Si me pidieras que enterrase un cadáver, o que me cargase a alguien, lo haría sin pestañear.

He gripped my arms and kissed me for all he was worth, and believe me, that was plenty.

Look at her -- I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

With ladder matches, you can't expect anything other than craziness.

I love a match like Money in the Bank; I love a hardcore match, and that's what the Money in the Bank ladder matches are. Throw the rule book out and let out your imagination.

It is amazing that, whenever a ladder match is announced, people automatically think of the Hardys.

If I were to have a match with Lita, I would make that a championship ladder match.