Quotes About Intensity

There were times in life when nothing short of spitting fire would do.

Kissing me won't make me more agreeable," she whispered. "I'm not trying to make you more agreeable." His voice was rough and low. "I just can't help myself.

He looked her over very slowly. "If I chose to molest you, it wouldn't be an attempt. And you would be most enthusiastic about it.

If I didn't know him and I was driving by, I would've stopped to get a second look, trying to figure out who that scary hot bastard was.

You're a fucking mess," Curran's voice said.

I'm going to find whoever put this creature through that torture, and I'm going to kill them slowly. Piece by piece.

The Marshal scooped up the dead vampire's hammer and brained the last remaining raider with it. Maud remembered to breathe. The Marshal sprinted to the shuttle. Sparring with him would be amazing. She could go all out without holding back.

Oh no, you don't. Over my dead body. Better yet, over his.

What are your intentions toward me?" He leaned forward. Some of the hardness drained from his eyes. They turned deep and very green. "I intend to have you." "In what sense of the word?" A narrow smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He looked utterly focused, like a cat about to pounce. "In every sense." Rose choked on her coffee.

He kissed me back. There was no magic this time. No phantom fire, no velvet pressure. Just a man, who tasted like the glory of heaven and the sin of hell rolled into one.

He was terrifying, and I wanted to run my hands down that chest and feel the hard ridges of his abs. I was some special kind of idiot.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.

Landon spun the wheel. The Land Rover nearly careened, turning off the road. Landon parked and bolted out of the car, slapping the driver's door closed behind him.

He's getting grimmer and grimmer," Barabas said. "Derek?" "Yes. Before long he will start emitting his own dark cloud." "Maybe we can all sneak around under the cover of his darkness.

Two things fill my mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the reflection dwells on them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.

Two things fill the mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the mind of thought is drawn to them: the starry heavens above and the moral law within.

Mothers and women in love: both ferocious females.

Extraña locura! El amor a los veinte años se parece a un acceso de fiebre, a un delirio. Cuando termina, cuesta recordar otros… El ardor de la sangre, que se apaga pronto… Ante aquella llamarada de sueños y deseos, qué viejo, qué frío, qué sensato me sentía…

Such madness. When you're 20, love is like a fever. It makes you almost delirious. When it's over, you can hardly remember how it happened. Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns out.

There was something factitious and brittle and thereby utterly feminine about her charm which made me want to crush her, even to crunch her. She had a slight cast in one eye which gives her gaze a strange concentrated intensity. Her eyes sparkle, almost as if they were actually emitting sparks. She is electric. And she could run faster in very high-heeled shoes than any girl I ever met.

You imagine that to live in a state of extremity is necessarily to discover the truth about yourself. What you discover then is violence and emptiness. And of this you make a virtue.

And this great love makes you both ruthless .

He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.

She shivered in the sunlight as if it were the ray of a malignant star.