Quotes About Intensity

I turned away from her again. "I hate you," I whispered. "I hate you.

Holy shit." Daisy breathes it out as they headed back to where Jonah was now standing with Levi. "If you made semen, I'd totally have your babies.

Even if I don't know a girl, or even if I know her but don't necessarily like her, I'm all the time falling in love for brief, intense spurts.

Things are screaming inside me and my eyes feel hot.

Motherhood's biggest taboo may be not rage but mildness. Mother love must be intense. I am not intense. I feel a great guilt. So far, it is only my guilt that makes me a mother.

Good Gad! It looks like the last act of Hamlet in here. Turnip banged his head against his clenched fists, making inarticulate moaning noises. Pinchingdale gave him an odd look. 'I had no idea you felt so strongly about the play, Fitzhugh.

Strong emotions may be experienced just prior to illumination; terror most readily comes to mind. In addition, amazement may be experienced.

Lovers 'devour' one another.

I would have rather felt you round my throat, Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

He wasn't happy unless he was going so fast that one misstep would send him riding shotgun in heaven.

she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.

En el amor de ella se había mezclado ira, una ira que se correspondía con la suya. Morder, engullir, irrumpir en el otro de una vez por todas, devorar, aprovecharse, ese completo barullo desesperado de seres que quieren convertirse en el otro, que quieren ser una sola cosa y no pueden, siempre obligados a separarse el uno del otro.

A man will do astonishing things for a woman he is ardent about.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control. It scaled walls and jumped over trenches. Sparks leapt like fleas and spread as rapidly; a breeze could carry embers for miles.

Beautiful women. The world, at that time, was full of them, all of them furiously incandescent like dying stars.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing...It scaled walls and jumped over trenches. Sparks leapt like fleas and spread as rapidly; a breeze could carry embers for miles.

Years of yearning had made her sensitive, the way a starving dog twitches its nostrils at the faintest scent of food.

How suffocating to be so loved

the right side of her heart had swollen, as if it had had too much to hold.

When she spoke of Pauline Hawthorne, her tone was half the adoration of a schoolgirl for a crush, half the adoration of a devotee for a saint. It had not been clear, at first, that it would turn out that way.

the world was on fire, you might as well burn bright. Late nights

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

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Te quiero mucho, querida, y te odio, eres para mí literalmente el aire que respiro, si me faltas te maldigo como hace un anegado; me duele físicamente estar lejos de ti; no eres para mí una mujer, eres la misma existencia; donde tú estás está mi casa, todo el resto no es nada.