Quotes About Intensity

To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door.

Sin embargo, no sólo necesitamos un lenguaje nuevo más primitivo, más sensual, más obsceno, sino una nueva jerarquía de las pasiones.

Eyes—wild, laughing, yet desperate—

I fear, I hate, I love, I envy and despise you […]

Why, after all, did she do these things? Why seek pinnacles and stand drenched in fire? Might it consume her anyhow! Burn her to cinders!

hot, opalescent, thick tears that poets and lovers shed)...

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

The fire you rubbed left its brand on the most vulnerable, most vicious and tender point of my body. Now I have to pay for your rasping the red rash too strongly, too soon, as charred wood has to pay for burning. When I remain without your caresses, I lose all control of my nerves, nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction, the abiding effect of your sting, of your delicious poison.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives. I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open

I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud.

A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me out. I hitched up the pants of my pajamas, flung the door open: and simultaneously Lolita arrived, in her Sunday frock, stamping, panting, and the she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure of dark male jaws, my palpitating darling!

The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail.

I adore you. I shall never love any- body in my life as I adore you, never and nowhere, neither in eternity, nor in terrenity, neither in Ladore, nor on Terra, where they say our souls go. But! But, my love, my Van, I'm physical, horribly physical

Nos queríamos con amor prematuro, con la violencia que a menudo destruye vidas adultas

the awfulness of love and violets

And in the meantime the rain had become a voluptuous shower.

I am ready to give you all of my blood, if I had to — it's hard to explain — sounds flat — but that's how it is.

What further concentration is needed, what added intensity must one's gaze attain, for the brain to enslave the visual image of a person?

Tengo la habilidad de verter torrentes de lágrimas evocando tempestades pasadas

while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.

throb-and-sob idol

Te quería, era un monstruo pentápodo, pero te queria. Era despreciable y brutal, y lascivo, y cuanto pueda imaginarse, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! Y habia momentos en que sabia todo cuanto sentias y saberlo era un infierno, pequeña mia

I now wondered if Valechka (as the colonel called her) was really worth shooting, or strangling, or drowning. She had very vulnerable legs, and I decided I would limit myself to hurting her very horribly as soon as we were alone.