Quotes About Intensity

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it's like my heart's about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y como tú eras la persona a la que más quería, te tocó

Adam is mumbling something now. In a low voice. Over and over he is saying: please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Finally, he stops and looks at my face. "Please, Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I battle with invisible waves and imaginary vortexes and demons that are all too real and of my own making. I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it's like my heart's about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

The feelings pile up, threatening to crack-up my chest wide-open ..

I've been feeling something else. Like I'm about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

Dijiste que me odiabas. - Lo sé. Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y eres al que más amo, por lo que eso cayó sobre ti.

Nuestros labios… No había suficiente piel, suficiente saliva, suficiente tiempo, nuestros labios estaban tratando de compensar todos estos años perdidos. Nos besamos. Se encendieron los interruptores de alta tensión.

Porque de pronto, quiero escuchar sus huesos crujir. Quiero sentir la suavidad que ofrece su carne, escuchar su grito de asombro mientras el hueso de mi cadera se estrella contra ella. Quiero tirar su cabeza hacia atrás hasta que su cuello está expuesto. Quiero rasgar mis manos por su cabello hasta que su respiración sea entrecortada. Quiero hacerla llorar y lamer sus lágrimas. Y luego quiero llevar mi boca a la de ella, devorarla en vida....

Her eyes were open, then on me again like they never left.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

Music! Goddammit! Music!" Mom screamed. "We have some lovely Enya. Very soothing," the midwife said. "Fuck Enya!" Mom screamed.

Elini saçlar?m?n aras?nda gezdirdi?inde kendimi elektrikli sandalyede idam ediliyormu?um gibi hissettim, sanki elektrikli sandalyede idam edilmek harika bir duyguymu? gibi...

An image of Mia flashes before my eyes. Seventeen years old, those dark eyes full of love, intensity, fear, music, sex, magic, grief.

Quiero tocar cada parte de él. Es como si su cuerpo fuese un sol gigante, emitiendo su propia fuerza de gravedad.

It's like my ear attunes to the weird language and I'm sucked fully into the story, the same way I am when I watch a movie, so that I feel it.

I've been feeling something else. Like I'm about to be sucked into something powerful and painful. Vortexy.

And then I went to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can't understand.

As he played on, the energy magnified; the tuning fork going crazy now, firing off vibrations all over, until my entire body was humming, until I was left breathless. And when I felt like I could not take it one more minute, the swirl of sensations hit a dizzying crescendo, sending every nerve ending in my body on high alert.

When the lights come up after the concert, I feel drained, lugubrious, as though my blood has been secreted out of me and replaced with tar.

I needed to hate someone and you're the one I love the most, so it fell on you