Quotes About Intensity

When a sports movie really works, it gets you on all levels, because the stakes are high. It's black and white. It's win or lose.

A precious miracle that the infinite play of combinations has unlocked for us, allowing us to exist. We may smile now. We can go back to serenely immersing ourselves in time - in our finite time - to savoring the clear intensity of every fleeting and cherished moment of the brief circle of our existence.

We can go back to serenely immersing ourselves in time -in our finite time- to savoring the clear intensity of every fleeting and cherished moment of the brief circle of our existence.

na vista do amor às almas eterno é tudo aquilo que vive uma fração de segundo mas com tamanha intensidade que se petrifica e nenhuma força o resgata

I see her body as an arousing work of architecture. A sky-scraping building that I wouldn't mind laying over a mountain to inject my whale-sized shank through its front entrance, knocking the doorman out of the way and flooding the lobby once I am finished with her.

hot, I was shivering. Billy, though,

I have slipped chile under your skin secretly wrapped in each enchilada hot and soothing carefully cut into bitefuls for you as a toddler increasing in power and intensity as you grew until it could burn forever

I am hot! For you! Why don't you feel the same anymore?

When I was done, and bloody to the wrist, I squatted down among the murdered music of the bells and pissed.

She had probably been too intense, always trying to shake sense into whomever, then bewildered when, instead of revising their beliefs or being galvanized into action, they simply chose to be friends with someone else.

In the calm violence of your being, desire.

As if thought were not our most passionate, our most ardent aspect.

I imagine pushing you into the red abyss and jumping in after you, with you, so we can burn together, forever, a tree of life, light, sex.

I'll fucking kill Hugh Grant.

And [Benji] cheats on you, Beck. A lot. Compulsively. He is in intense pursuit of a performance artist who fucks with his head the way he fucks with yours.

It's not romantic and it's a daylight date but I understand that your attraction to me is so intense that you need to keep a safe distance.

But hate suits you, inspires you, You rage

I tell you to slow down and you don't listen and I almost love what a cunt you can be because one of these days you're gonna tie me to a bed and slap me and lord over me the way you lord over all people who get in your way. You're so revved up and I want to play with you and I do.

I KILLED TWO PEOPLE FOR YOU. I'M A LOVER. A HERO. THE OPPOSITE OF A PSYCHOPATH.

And when she cums she screams and she throws a pillow across the room, it goes out the window, over the balcony.

I understand that your attraction to me is so intense that you need to keep a safe distance

Anyone who's ever shifted from general affection and enthusiasm for a lover to outright obsession knows what I mean: the relationship is just there occupying a small corner of your heart, and then you wake up one morning and some undefinable tide has turned forever and you can't go back. You need it; it's a central part of who you are.

Horribly aware of what was happening, conscious, as she had never been before, that it was possible both to love her mother more than anyone in life and yet be driven mad by her presence

The downside is that walking isn't quite enough to bring on a high unless it leaves you seriously breathless. The feeling-great part only really kicks in after an intense run at a pace where it's difficult to hold a conversation.