Quotes About Intensity

It is difficult to say which is the greatest evil — to have too violent passions, or to be wholly devoid of them... Without passion there can be no energy of character. Indeed, the passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways, and dangerous only in one — through their excess.

Sorrow almost resents love, it is so inflamed.

I hated him with a passion so deep, sometimes it felt like love.

Fire takes no holiday.

We cannot be happy if we expect to live all the time at the highest peak of intensity. Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.

...the heart is full — another throb would split it...

Now, you red-eyed devil, he said

I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a streaming meteor than a sleepy and permanent planet. I would rather burn out in a blaze of streaming glory than be stifled like dry rot. I shall use my time.

L'odio creava fra loro un legame più saldo di quanto non avrebbe potuto fare l'amore.

It's colder than the hinges of hell a thousand years before the first fire was lighted.

Hay un éxtasis que señala la cúspide de la vida y por encima del cual no puede elevarse esta. Y lo paradójico de la vida es que este éxtasis cuando uno esta más vivo y se olvida absolutamente de que lo está. Este éxtasis, este olvido de la existencia, se produce en el artista, atrapándolo y sacándolo de si en una llama de pasión; se produce en el soldado, ebrio de guerra en un campo desolado cuando lucha sin cuartel

Preferirei essere cenere che polvere! Preferirei che la mia fiamma bruciasse in una vampa brillante piuttosto che venire ricoperto dalla muffa. Preferirei essere un magnifico meteorite, con atomi che bruciano e si infiammano, piuttosto che un pianeta immobile e assopito. La natura dell'uomo è vivere, non esistere. Non ho intenzione di sprecare i miei giorni nel tentativo di prolungarli, voglio viverli.

How I hate you, he said softly. If hate were stone I could build a tower into the clouds.

I hate you with the hate that I give to all the world; I love you with a feeling nothing else arouses.

Liane is feared by those who fear fear, loved by those who love love.

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?" "Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love.

My lord. It is too much, and not enough

I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs. All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys. All of it.

It must sound, I know, as if I had no pity for him; it wasn't true. I was angry because I was terrified. But there are times when a curse is more bracing than an endearment.

For good or for ill, some people seem to love more fiercely, want more powerfully, burn more brightly.

The edge between love and hate is honed finer than the keenest fletchett. She told me something like that, once, but I dared not think on such things, with her name so close to my tongue. She told me too that it was not my acquiescence that interested her, but my rebellion. That was the thing that set her apart from the others, who failed to see where it lay. That was the thing that terrified me. -Chapter 67

Hard, his hands on my shoulders; my head rocked with the force of his fury as he shook me. Ah, Elua, it was sweet! The violence of it was spark to tinder for me.

There is a madness in love.

As gloriously, splendidly, intractably single-minded as he was, loving him was like grasping a knife, a clean white blaze of pain that kept me anchored to myself.