Quotes About Intensity

What mad hope or hate makes the young beast's flanks pulsate, what black stars pierce the heart of the tamer!

I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion

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 then she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure of dark male jaws, my palpitating darling!

my own desire for her blinds me when she is near

I said nothing. I pushed her softness back into the room and went in after her. I ripped her shirt off. I unzipped the rest of her, I tore off her sandals. Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a madman's fancy.

Even then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice

She combined a cool forwardness -the overflow of what I think is called "poise"- with a shyness and sadness that caused her detached way of selecting her words to seem as unnatural as the intonation of a professor of "speech.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

The key to tipping point leadership is concentration, not diffusion

The flame that burns Twice as bright burns half as long.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

I wasn't prepared for you, Elise. Holy hell…not even close.

If you were mine," he murmured low under his breath, "I would walk through the fires of hell itself to keep you away from a man like me.

I'm bonded to her, Lucan. I love her. If you want to keep me out of this, you're going to have to kill me right here and now.

yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

Ah, fuck," he uttered raggedly against her lips. "This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to happen, Devony." She hadn't been prepared for him, either.

I'm not a prince. God, never hold me in that light. You'll only be disappointed." His touch gentles, even his gaze goes hard with intensity. "I'm not a good man, Avery. But I am the one who loves you.

You are a complication to be sure, Chiara Genova." He lifted her chin on the edge of his hand. His black irises swallowed her up, flecks of glowing embers mesmerizing her with their kindling heat. "You are also the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. And I would do anything – sacrifice any part of me, including my last breath – to keep you safe.

My brave, beautiful Chiara," he muttered. "God help you if you want me as much as I want you.

And, what the hell, since she was being honest, she wasn't half in love with Lucan. She was full-on, flat-out, head-over-heels, never-going-to-get-over-this-one, in love with him.

Jesus," Dante interjected when the heavy quiet in the vehicle seemed endless. "All this touchy feely is making me itchy to kill something. How about we quit jerking each other off and go blow the roof off this mutha?

Renata snatched the last dagger from its resting spot on the kennel ledge and let it fly at him. Like the other before it, this one too was plucked from the air and now caught in the Breed warrior's nimble hands. He watched her, unblinking, and with a masculine heat that should have left her cold, but didn't. "Now what will we do for fun, Renata?

He pulled back only for a moment, his handsome face fierce with desire and not a little anger. "Fuck," he uttered harshly. "Why did it have to be you?