Quotes About Intensity

Touch me again, chakaar, and I'll ram this into your carotid artery." "I haven't got one." "Then I'll have to keep stabbing you until I find somewhere else that bleeds copiously.

Sua mãe e eu sempre ficávamos muito satisfeitos, em segredo, com o fato de você ser tão determinada e intensa em relação a suas causas. Quando você foi embora, entendemos que essas eram as qualidades que definem os homens como espertos e ambiciosos e as mulheres como um problema.

That's when you fall in love with somebody. The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him—that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out. You know that, Liddie. That high never, ever lasts.

Claire shook her head. She was scared that he wasn't taking her seriously. She was also scared that he was. They were down the rabbit hole now. There was no turning back.

The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him - that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out.

but the emergency room was a young person's game, the sort of place you ran screaming from before you hit your thirties.

I do my job like I breathe — so if I can't breathe I'm in trouble.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty.

I have no idea how to love another human being unless it's by tearing them to pieces and eating them.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

There is no man who desires as passionately as a Russian. If we could imprison a Russian desire beneath a fortress, that fortress would explode.

Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.

Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.

Obsession is a young man's game.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

I think there is a period of esthetic discovery that happens to a man and he can do all sorts of things at white heat.

So often we have a kind of vague, wistful longing that the promises of Jesus should be true. The only way really to enter into them is to believe them with the clutching intensity of a drowning man.

When I go hear a man speak, I like to hear him speak like he's fighting a swarm of bees.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

During a race, it's like I become a machine and the machine becomes a man. I talk to my cars, baby them, shout at them, praise them.

There is nothing in which men more deceive themselves than in what they call zeal.

Wild men, screaming through the keyholes.