Quotes About Intensity

Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

If you are involved with the intensity of crescendo situations, with the intensity of tragedy, you might begin to see the humor of these situations as well. As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

Show me life as I've learned it:blood and guts,violence and sex.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

Making love to him was like going through a car wash, except you came out dirtier and more alive at the other end.

Reading Dostoyevsky is like sitting in the front row of a theater, where the actors' spit lands on your face.

The crazy ones are mostly crazy because love made them that way.

It was finally all out of me... I was as pure and empty as the flames moving in front of me.

Passion is a rough diamond: reduced to be more beautiful. (C'est diamant brute la passion: - Diminuera pour être plus beau.)

Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brûla mon coeur.)

Two lovers watch themselves, it's a shipwreck by fire. (Se regardent deux amoureux : - C'est un naufrage par le feu.)

And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.

Lovers had loved before, and lovers would love again; but no lover had ever loved, might, could, would, or should ever love, as I loved Dora.

How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

All was over in a moment. I had fulfilled my destiny. I was a captive and a slave. I loved Dora Spenlow to distraction! She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.

Depressed and slinking though they were, eyes of fire were not wanting among them; nor compressed lips, white with what they suppressed

that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and mine looked most helplessly up into

Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.

She said the word often enough, and there could be no doubt that she meant to say it; but if the often repeated word had been hate instead of love—despair—revenge—dire death—it could not have sounded from her lips more like a curse. (29.88)

She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror.

Blažene žene: one nikad ništa ne rade dopola. One uvijek u sve unose svu strast.