Quotes About Intensity

The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.

Most of all she wanted to feel—strong, ripping emotions, towering joys, vivid excitement.

Yo te maldigo a ti y a todos los de tu sangre. Te aplastaré con mis puños, exprimiré lo que eres en un cáliz de plata y beberé de él.

Passion didn't bloom, it didn't whisper. It exploded so that even the air around them seemed to shudder with it.

I know what it is to tumble into love and not be able to find your way out, no matter how foolish it makes you. Don

He dropped the cases with a bang that made her jump. "You talk too bloody much." With that, he gave her a yank. Off guard, she plowed into him, and managed no more than a quick oof before he shoved her chin up. And took her mouth like a man starving for it.

Love that is not madness is not love.

Justin, I won't deny that I want you, but I think it would be best if we gave it some more time." "Reasonable," he agreed as he drew her into his arms. "Time's up." He stopped her protesting laugh with his lips. There was no food to stop this hunger. His mouth was hard, devouring, before Serena could respond or struggle away. Yet she knew as he crushed her body to his that this time he would permit no struggle.

I've got me a fascinating, beautiful woman I'm falling for. Falling hard." "Quick work." "In the blood. My mama and daddy barely did more than look at each other, and that was that.

She moaned, wrapped her arms around him and met greed with greed. This was no gentle exploration, no easy sampling. It was all heat and hunger, passion warring against passion, strength pitted against strength. She was wild tastes and silken textures. She was arousing scents and soft sighs. Her mouth was pure sin, and was rapidly driving

high. The stone around his neck flamed

Love, she thought, should not come with such quick intensity. It should flow slowly, with tenderness and gentle feelings. It shouldn't stab like a sword, striking without warning, without mercy. How could one love what one could not understand?

He stepped up. She should've seen it coming. She was always, always aware of moods and moves. But he stepped up, pulled her in before she'd read the warning sign. He didn't go slow; he didn't ease in. It was one bright, hot explosion followed by shuddering dark. His mouth covered, conquered, while his hands ran straight up her body as if they had every right, then down again.

eyes of absolutely clear and perfect blue. Her

who hated as passionately as she loved, who asked questions that couldn't be answered, who

I'm so angry it feels my blood's on fire. If I didn't bank it with calm, I might burn the place to the ground.

Sparks made a pretty light, but they could also burn.

Hayley could see trees whipping in the wind and the bruised fists of clouds that smothered the sky.

Fake love is a very powerful thing.

What Tarantino could express, more explicitly than any of his peers, was the intensity of his own perspective.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.