Quotes About Intensity

burst into tears.

I suppose I do have one embarrassing passion- I want to know what it feels like to care about something passionately.

Fury. A vital passion in every healthy persons life, unless you are dead, you have to be bloody furious.

The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can be measured mathematically, and it is independent of persons.

Never worry about being obsessive. I like obsessive people. Obsessive people make great art

When I asked him what he meant by desire, he answered, "I mean wanting something very intensely and with longing—having something that you want to get and that you don't want to live without, so that you become willing to alter existing habits and conditions, so that they become less important than getting what you want.

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long.

I felt such desire for him, such murderous and vengeful desire, that I was trembling.

A dangerous combination for me. Language and passion.

I love you a ten. - Savannah to Ken

He pushed her down onto the floor, thrusting himself in front of her as he drew his gun from the back waistband of his jeans. Four to one, no six —shit, there were six gunmen! He might've been able to take four if he used up his life's allotment of miracles all at once, but six ! He'd have to fire first and keep firing even after he was hit.

What are you crazy? You're sorry?" Wes stared at him. "You're apologizing for something I'd sell my left nut to have. If it were me in love with your sister, Bobby, you better believe I would have told you to flip off days ago." He shook his head in disgust.

You know, I can always tell when you're not really angry, because you get loud and you swear a lot. When the anger's real, you're quiet and it's way more scary.

When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head," he continued. "Your haircut is really, really bad, I'm probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I'm dying to fuck you." He glanced at her. "That honest enough for you?

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

It's the first time I've ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

I have plenty of fire myself.

Blood like raindrops on the window.

Esos ojos verdes se fijan en un punto con tal intensidad que tratas de encontrar lo que ella ve.. perfección, es suficiente para mí.