Quotes About Intensity

But she project vitality - you knew that she was there. I could feel vibrations running between us.

Find what you love and let it kill you. a

Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred

My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, so if death is imminent, it is so much better to be killed by a lover.

writing. It is my drug. It is my woman, my wine, my god. My luck.

Find what you love and let it kill you

eu só quero que o Sol me queime mais e mais de tal modo que ele suba ao céu às seis da manhã e permaneça por lá até depois da meia-noite

La miró a los ojos y hubo una comunicación entre dos infiernos: el de ella y el de él

It was worse than Music Appreciation.

It's hatred, the only thing that lasts.

Find what you love and let it kill you. - Charles Bukowski

Luce's new stranger children were small and beautiful and violent.

The flame of urgent coupling burned hottest against the woman, no matter how romantic and high and heartsick the anguish of the man might be pitched in retrospect.

The universe is a brightly colored blur of fast-moving shapes augmented by deafening noises.

Jim can't tell if he was screaming from fear or yodeling in exhilaration.

It's amazing how much work you can get done in three days if you hold a blowtorch to each end of the candle.

They fuck hard and fast at too many gees, his docking hectocotylus locked tight inside her launch adapter.

You said a bad word!" Lyssa hammed it up, eyes wide and limpid, and cranked her tear ducts all the way from Flood Danger: Raise the Thames Barrier to Critical Emergency: Three Gorges Spillway Eroding.

I'm possessed, recursively.

Oh my God! Lindsay cried. I swear I shall practice celibacy every day for the rest of my life! I swear it, Anais.

My God, I hate you! ' she flung at him. 'Do you really?' Andreas sneered, and his face was savage. 'Well, I've got news for you, my darling. What you feel for me is lukewarm compared to what I feel for you.

He laid into me with the same gusto as a right-wing political pundit on the O'Reilly Factor defending President's Bush right to vacation six days out of the week.

Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the hell up. She sounded as though she was having sex. Good sex.

And strange are the ways of deep emotion.