Quotes About Intensity

The sky was black, creaking with electricity, like someone crumpling cellophane.

I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman's blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then I hooked him with a left below the eye and drove a right cross into his jaw that knocked him across a folding table.

eyes like light trapped in sherry

An addict of any kind is always on the lookout for newer, more intense experiences. After a time he builds up an immunity to the rush of sensation he receives from his addiction. He seeks greater heights, higher stakes.

I ripped her. I shoved my hand in her blouse and jerked. She was wide open from her throat to her belly. "You got that climbing out. You caught it in the door handle." My voice sounded queer, like it was coming out of a tin phonograph. "And this you don't know how you got." I hauled off and hit her in the eye as hard as I could.

You must be a hell cat, though. You couldn't make me feel like this if you weren't." "That's what we're going to do. Kiss me, Frank. On the mouth." I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.

They spoke quickly, as though they were saying things that scalded their mouths, and had to be cooled with spit.

If I ever see you again, I'll send your ass hooting and hollering out my damn door.

She looked at me a long time, watching me sweep the floor, wearing that damn fool dress. I didn't say a word. Just kept on sweeping. Finally, she placed her small foot on the broom and stopped it. I had to look up at her then. Them eyes was staring down at me. I can't say they was kind eyes. Rather they was tight as balled fists. Full. Firm. Stirred. The wind seemed to live in that woman's face. Looking at her was like staring at a hurricane.

I'm way hot, he muttered. But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot. Fang

I dropped my voice and stared into her eyes. I could tell she was trying hard not to look away. I was so furious I could have cheerfully ripped her head off. But you're going to find out, Mom,' I said very softly.And it's gonna give you nightmares for the rest of your wasted life. Oh, my God, I was so badass. It was all I could do to not give a MWA HA HA!

Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream…

She sucks in her breath and lets the flames race along the comforter until they lick her and swallow her whole.

Let's show Dr. God what hell feels like.

No wonder i hadn't written anything decent in ages- I couldn't even figure out how to tell a boy that i loved him. That whenever i looked into his eyes, i felt like i was drowning and being saved, all at the same time. That if i had to choose between dying tomorrow or spending the rest of my life without him, i would seriously consider picking imminent death

I'm here to say that moonshine has nothing on love- and lust

up beside the car. Then he pulled out a Sig Sauer

slapped him so hard his head smacked against the window we were standing in front of.

Beck with a determined look in my eye.

Henry draws the sidearm from his CO belt and aims it at Henry.

My eyes burned on the grainy screen. I was also sure we were looking at

and, thus, the strength of the fire." He's taking

heads—and since cops