Quotes About Intensity

si realmente hubiese sentido esa pasión pura y elevada del amor, detestaría hasta su nombre y le desearía los mayores males.

No sé querer a la gente a medias, no es mi manera de ser. Mis afectos son siempre extremadamente intensos.

When we deal with cities we are dealing with life at its most complex and intense. Because this is so, there is a basic esthetic limitation on what can be done with cities: A city cannot be a work of art.

vehemence, however, that she broke through the barriers

She had felt a surge of fear so strong

Bitch, this is a gun...

He grabbed me by my jacket lapels, pulled me to him, and kissed me. His tongue touched mine and I got a rush that was just a millimeter below climax. His hands slid inside my jacket and circled my waist. He was hard against me. And suddenly nothing mattered but a Ranger-induced orgasm. I wanted one. Now. The hell with Eddie DeChooch. One of these days he'd drive himself into a bridge abutment and that'd be the end of that.

He was around the desk in two strides, reaching out for me. I knocked his hand away, grabbed the staple gun, pressed it into his crotch, and bam, bam, bam, bam . . . I stapled his nuts.

able to walk away. I was firmly pulled back by my ponytail. Ranger had come in behind me and had me by the hair. "Glad to see you're hard at work looking for Mooner." "Shhh. I want to hear Joyce bark like a dog." Ranger had me flat against him, and I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine. "Not sure that's worth waiting for, babe.

I crossed the room at a run, barreled through the door to take the stairs, and crashed into Ranger. We lost balance and rolled tangled together to the fourth-floor landing. We lay there for a moment, stunned and breathless. Ranger was flat on his back, and I was on top of him.

Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.

Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.

For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you. It's so soothing. I feel infinitely better now.

cariño, eso es lo que pasa cuando te enamoras. Estás viendo una catástrofe de la naturaleza.

Honey, this is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.

Che strano. Non mi sono mai goduta l'amore tanto come quest'odio. L'amore è volubile. Ti mette alla prova. E' esigente. L'amore ti usa. Cambia idea continuamente>>. Teneva gli occhi chiusi. Il viso era imperlato di gocce d'acqua come filamenti di medusa. <

My freckles felt like they would burst into flame.

When I'd been with Kolya, I'd been the moon, and he was the sun: he could give me his warmth or withhold it, pursue me or forget me.

Her beauty was like the edge of a very sharp knife.

So much for those gleanings from novels, from paintings, as if love were a matter of posing in picturesque dishabille. No. You went into it as a tiger encountering another tiger. You went into it like a person jumping off a bridge.

Tournament football is unlike anything else. The campaign can be great, but a finals is a different challenge.

When you're a kid, regardless of the age you grew up, everything is high opera. With hormones raging, you have to fight external and internal battles that you've never had to deal with before. Unlike Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, who have seen it all and been through it all, everything heightens the drama.

The game of football requires attention constantly. If you miss one play, you can miss a lot of action - unlike some other sports.