Quotes About Intensity

You should have died when I killed you.

Danger is an aphrodisiac.

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long.

was how he imagined a rose garden would smell if somebody covered it with fertilizer, doused it with gasoline, set it on fire, and then put out the flames with buckets of horse piss.

Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.

Whatever I did—whether I was writing or playing—there was blood on the pages, there was blood on the strings, because anything less than that was just bullshit, and a waste of fucking time.

heart pounding

There are over a thousand nerves in the human body, Shane, and you are on every last one of mine

He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns, she was his solace in the chaos, his redemption.

Davis leaned over his former mother-in-law, put

You fucked-up hunk.

Your honied words, your honied love. Under all your honey runs a conduit of venom.

I could see the two sides hardening, their feelings intensifying, as both began to think the other not just wrong, but hideous, venal... in league with the devil himself.

Kiel pulled his arm out of Owen's grasp and stepped forward. Where is she? he shouted, angrier than Owen had ever seen him

Tus besos me destierran

As one example, David Norman Smith, a sociologist at the University of Kansas, points out that exceptionally intense violence occurs with significantly greater frequency in cultures where children are routinely physically or emotionally abused or denied affection.

And Philiper Flash, With a horrible slash, Whacked his jugular open and went to smash.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

That is what I like; that is what a young man ought to be. Whatever be his pursuits, his eagerness in them should know no moderation, and leave him no sense of fatigue.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

her eyes devoured the following words

Still, however, she had enough to feel! It was agitation, pain, pleasure, a something between delight and misery.