Quotes About Intensity

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.

When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

I felt exasperated by her, always turning, always changing, always making me feel as if I was looking for oxygen--how much like fresh air and how much, at the same time, like drowning.

Alors, ma passion n'a pas d'échos en lui. Pour lui mon tragique amour n'est rien qu'un blasphème anormal. Oh, mon Carlo, mon Carlo, et toi, tu étais mon sang, ma chair! Comme je souffre! Grand dieu, comme je souffre!

It cannot rain but it pours." —JONATHAN SWIFT Oh

in that moment, Mairie knew she wasn't just falling in love w/ this man. She was free falling. It was terminal velocity.

Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

I'm not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha

Los que no pueden recordar la sangre de la guerra son siempre los más ardientes para la lucha.

I hadnt known until that night that at its worst lust could be something close to anguish.

Colonel. I'm here to kill people. And if I dont get to kill people I'm going to be a hard motherfucker to live with. And if you're not here to kill people you need to let me know. Because I dont want to work for you. And then he hung the phone up. And I knew that he was my kind of guy. He was a warmongering motherfucker.

The roar of the pistol in his face chopped it off and the size of the silence that followed was enormous.

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

How loud a heart could beat. Until it took your breath away.

He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.

Die Augen hielten ihn fest, rote Augen in all dem Schwarz wild und dumpf zugleich, verloren in sich selbst ohne Gestern oder Morgen, ohne Licht und Wärme, gefangen in der eigenen Kälte frierender Bosheit.

What a terrible weapon love could be. Was any knife sharper?

Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto.

We were dancing, lost in the godbeat and the thrash and the screaming--TAKE IT BACK! TAKE IT BACK!

CrossFit, the intense strength and conditioning regimen that involved weight lifting, kettle bells, battle ropes, obscure acronyms, the eschewal of most foods other than meat, and a derisive attitude toward the weak and unenlightened masses who still believed that jogging was a sufficient workout and a bagel was an acceptable breakfast.