Quotes About Intensity

He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live. No one." His voice was low, beautiful, and all the more deadly for it.

Am I complicating your life, Jacques?" she asked sweetly, hopefully. He stopped so abruptly that she was jerked to a halt. Jacques caught her wet hair in his fist and pulled her head back so that the rain ran along her soft skin like honey. "The truth is, Shea, you make me feel so much, I do not know if I can stand it sometimes.

Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine.

This will never go away, Shea, what we feel for one another. It never goes away. It gets stronger with each century. You never have to worry about losing this intensity." He felt her smile against his bare skin, the small kiss she pressed into his chest. "I might not survive.

You just want mixed blood because you took one look at a certain woman and all brain matter went dead," Fen accused. Zev didn't open his eyes or stop feeding. She did make an impression.

I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?

The finest fury is the most controlled.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

She can be a whirlwind of tits and terror when she puts her mind to a purpose, can't she, sir?

Minty now held his arms out to his sides, angry Jesus style, suffer all the bitch-ass motherf*ckers need an ass-whoopin' unto me, for I shall rain wrath down upon them -- that look.

What do you want? Spain Fuck!

This woman could break my heart. I could crash and burn on this woman. I could lose this woman, drink heavily, write profound poems, and die in the gutter of tuberculosis over this woman.

Por favor, por el amor de Dios, pon fin a este sufrimiento y fóllame o mátame!

Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, I...see...you. A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

For my love, I will wade through an ocean of blood, even if it destroys me

At that instant, Eragon's back ruptured in an explosion of agony so intense he experienced it with all five senses: as a deafening waterfall of sound; a metallic taste that coated his tongue; an acrid eye-watering stench in his nostrils, redolent of vinegar; pulsing colors, and above all the feeling that Durza had just laid open his back.

Roran era concentrato sugli uomini di fronte a lui, sul peso del martello che teneva in mano e sul selciato reso scivoloso dalle pozze di sangue che si erano formate sotto i suoi piedi. Spezzava, schiantava, colpiva e schivava; gridava, ringhiava e uccideva, uccideva, uccideva...

You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

This is teenage madness.

I want to cry. Like a serious mushy cry a middle-school girl might do after her favorite vampire couple has a baby or something.

Fierce as the world-destroying fire;

kill. He's a man obsessed and he's determined to

Cat's passion for atmospheric architecture was only just second to her passion for Henry.