Quotes About Intensity

The thing is- and I know this is going to sound strange-that I seem to love you sort of desperately

You love her, don't you?' [Rob] said to Gabriel. Gabriel finall seemed able to break their locked stare. He looked away, at the carpet. His face was bleak. Yes' he said More than anything,' Rob persisted. 'You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.' Yes, damn you,' Gabriel said. 'Happy now?

I'm going to kiss you... until you faint

For a moment, as Damon glanced toward Elena, their gazes met and something electric passed between them. It made Elena tingle all over, that look did.

Okay, so she is crazy. I don't care. I think I love her.

There was a silence. Hannah's own heart was twisted with the force of her love for him. Her eyes were full.

All I know is that right now I wanna rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this hall and throw you in one of these classrooms and kiss every square inch of your body, while a bunch of people who drive minivans listen wishing they were us.

Perhaps she'll find that real darkness is more to her taste than feeble twilight.

She belongs to me, he sent out on a heavy wave of Power and on all frequencies, including the one the scream had come on.  It might not be obvious, but she is mine.  Touch her again and die.

And … it was as simple as that. All questions answered, all fears put to rest, all doubts removed. What she felt was not merely passion, but a bruising tenderness and a love so strong it made her shake inside. It would have been frightening in its intensity, except that while she was with him, she could not be afraid of anything. She had come home. This was where she belonged, and she had found it at last. With Stefan, she was home.

She'd have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she'd have him.

She'd have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she'd have him

Absence abates a moderate passion and intensifies a great one- as the wind blows out a candle but fans fire into flame. (Maxims)

Absence lessens the minor passions and increases the great ones, as the wind douses a candle and kindles a fire.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

When you make music or write or create, it's really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you're writing about at the time.

He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.

I love vengeance like normal people love sunsets and long walks on the beach. I eat vengeance with a spoon like it's honey. In fact, I may not even be a real person, but just a vow of vengeance made flesh.

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

Let me tell you something about me. I love vengeance like normal people love sunsets and long walks on the beach. I eat vengeance with a spoon like it's honey. In fact, I may not even be a real person, but just a vow of vengeance made flesh.

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.

His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow's peak like the point of a dagger.