Quotes About Intensity

I play football, and most football players are camera shy. We just want to be left alone; we just want to stick to what we do.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

War should be carried on like a monsoon; one changeless determination of every particle towards the one unalterable aim.

Football is something like war. Whoever behaves too properly, is lost.

I think a curse should rest on me - because I love this war. I know it's smashing and shattering the lives of thousands every moment - and yet - I can't help it - I enjoy every second of it.

Do you want total war? If necessary, do you want a war more total and radical than anything that we can even imagine today?

War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.

Concentrate your energy and hoard your strength.

Aggression is what I do. I go to war. You don't contest football matches in a reasonable state of mind.

People pay to see blood, they pay to see war and that's why people are supporting my journey because I deliver every time I step in the ring.

War is simple, direct, and ruthless.

War must be made as intense and awful as possible in order to make it short, and thus to diminish its horrors.

I can hate you more, but I'll never love you less.

Love and war, it seemed, worked by the same rules. One had to hurry, before the fires flared out.

The great American game should be an unrelenting war of nerves.

The fighting was fierce and lasted for the greater part of a day; blood ran in rivers.

Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here

He wanted to protect her and fuck her and comfort her and destroy her all at once. The chaos of his emotions coiled around his pain, deepening the agony.

Uhm, Kevin..." "Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here." Yes, this was definitely Forced Sex. Thank goodness .

Sweet spoils won on a silken battlefield. Every inch belonged to him, and he would take it as he wished.

I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes, his hunter's gaze shuttered now that he was lounging relaxed in his chair, his brandy glass resting on his chest. His legs were stretched out before him…

She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a shuddering moan from her and quivering she gasped in shallow rapturous sighs.

Finally, when she was shaking so much that he staggered with the violence of her pleasure, he drove her back against the wall and took her as she stood, careless of the clothes that bunched between them, oblivious to everything but the primitive, driving force that had conquered him far more devastatingly than he had conquered her.