Quotes About Intensity

Not every man will make you want to do anything he wishes because the moment he touches you your body is his to command. Not every man is capable of making you scream with bliss in every imaginable position, or knows where to touch you or listens to your breath and your sighs to know precisely how to touch you, so that the pleasure you experience is the most intense. Not every man will make you see stars every ...single... time.

He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.

He was older, bolder. He knew of whores and wars, violence and vendettas. He knew precisely what he wanted, always. He wanted her.

She knew again the delicious little frisson of fear that came with walking the edge of something she knew better than to cross. She had forgotten what this was like. How a man could heighten every moment, remind you of the point of possessing sight and smell, let alone skin and nerve endings and a heart. That a man could so easily make your heart sing like a bloody lark or plummet like a stone.

Such a blue, his eyes were. Like the center of a flame, as though some internal furnace lit them. She was tempted to hold her hand up to them, to see if she could feel heat.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it, she threatened. Then I'll take every care. You promise me? I promise you.

If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her on that hard bed, and what was between us would be as far above the ordinary congress between man and woman as the stars are above their pale reflections in the lake below.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

I wouldn't mind being injured if that would bring Satsuko pleasure, and a mortal injury would be all the better. Yet to think of being trampled to death, not by her but by her dog…

Si dice che un amore eccessivo susciti un odio cento volte più grande.

Quiero que ella me vuelva loco de celos. Deseo que me haga sospechar que ha ido demasiado lejos. Quiero que haga eso.

It is hard for one who has not had a similar experience to imagine the terror that still gripped Taeko and Mrs. Tamaki and Hiroshi, so intense a terror that afterwards it seemed almost funny.

Wonder, fear, discovery, suspicion, hesitation, fascination, curiosity—all were crammed into his little eyes...

I fixed my eyes in the vicinity of the yellowish-brown darned spot around the little green button at your breast.

The passion I feel for you is more than you're prepared for. - Eric

If it is a weak fire, then the wind will be able to extinguish it. If it is a strong fire, then the wind fans its flames and further intensifies the fire. I think the relationship between separation and love is akin to that of wind and fire. False love subsides on account of separation. True love intensifies over a period of separation and smoulders like an inferno!

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.1

Eros colpisce come il fabbro con il martello sprizzando scintille dalla sfida. Hai spento il mio cuore tra lacrime e lamenti, come si spegne un fuoco incandescente del ruscello.

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

So I could see that Harlow was fundamentally untrustworthy. Simultaneously, she seemed like someone with whom I could be my true self. I had no intention of doing so and, with and equal and counterbalancing intensity, a great longing for it.

What we have instead are false memories aroused later and more pertinent to this later perspective than to the original events. Sometimes in matters of great emotion, one representation, retaining all the original intensity, comes to replace another, which is then discarded and forgotten. The new representation is called a screen memory. A screen memory is a compromise between remembering something painful and defending yourself against that very remembering.

Finding the book was like kissing a lightning bolt.

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

Just when she thought she could feel nothing more, he began to increase his pace, strokes that pushed her over the edge. The storm swallowed her screams of pleasure. She heard his exultant laughter as she jerked her hands free, gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her, riding out her climax with his.