Quotes About Intensity

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

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

love is not safe

making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

standing tall on his own hind legs in the cockpit of a fifty-foot black cigarette boat with a silver Uzi in one hand and a magnum of smack in the other, always running ninety miles an hour with no lights and howling Old Testament gibberish at the top of his bleeding lungs.…

I love you all; I love you more than life itself, but you're all fucking mad.

It was the look which Ajax had in his eyes when he defied the lightning, the look which nervous husbands have when they announce their intention of going round the corner to bowl a few games with the boys. One could not say definitely that Lord Marshmoreton looked pop-eyed. On the other hand, one could not assert truthfully that he did not.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

T]he success of every novel -- if it's a novel of action -- depends on the high spots. The thing to do is to say to yourself, What are my big scenes? and then get every drop of juice out of them. (Interview, The Paris Review , Issue 64, Winter 1975)

Those who know Bertram Wooster best are aware that he is a man of sudden, strong enthusiasms and that, when in the grip of one of these, he becomes a remorseless machine—tense, absorbed, single-minded.

Love is a fever which, so to speak, drives off without wasting time on the address.

Her eye was aflame, and she spoke like Cleopatra telling an Ethiopian slave where he got off.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

Love is a clash of lightnings

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

ay,amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina: amar es un combate de relámpagos y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados -pablo neruda

I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.

Sou omnívoro de sentimentos, de seres, de livros, de acontecimentos e de batalhas. Se pudesse, comeria toda a terra. E beberia todo o mar».

En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.