Quotes About Intensity

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. –

Ah, bir su ve y?ld?z yolculuÄŸudur sevmek, bunalt?c? hava ve unun ans?z?n kopan f?rt?nas?yla: ÅžimÅŸeklerin kap??mas?d?r sevmek, h?rpalanm?? iki beden, ayn? baldan geçerek.

Oh, jeez, I'm going to come!" His voice was rough. "Goddamn straight you are!

Thought is a force, even as electricity or gravitation. The human mind is a spark of the almighty consciousness of God. I could show you that whatever your powerful mind believes very intensely would instantly come to pass.

Passion cannot be beautiful without excess; one either loves too much or not enough.

His happiness was almost painful, like circulation returning to a dead leg.

I find myself happiest in the middle of a book in which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.

The words "I love you" could contain all the bloodthirsty despair of the abattoir, all the hopelessness of the most isolated, frozen gulag, all the lurid sadness of death row.

If all a man's faculties can be concentrated on one point, it will be like a spike; a blunt object cannot penetrate an obstacle, it has to be sharpened, and then it can easily thrust its way through anything.

You nearly killed him- You do dwell on details

Her eyes filled with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat constricted suddenly, too full of words.

He glimpsed her familiar face then, very clearly, vivid and flushed with passion. 'Don't do that,' he warned. 'Don't look like that.' 'Like what?' 'Don't feel. It's a stronger spell than the sorceress's.

Hexel's blue eyes were narrowed, his long, black hair looked suddenly windblown, though the candles behind him burned still. As a dramatist and composer, he had an exhausting passion for dramatics. He was lean, moody, intense; students at the music school constantly pushed notes under his door, or set his discarded scribbles to music, or dropped roses or themselves across his work.

They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.

His stories were good because he imagined them intensely, so intensely that he came to believe them.

She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together.

When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.

You're about as weak as a match. Carol held it burning for a moment after she lighted her cigarette. But given the right conditions, you could burn a house down, couldn't you?

I don't want to hurt the child. Tell me what I must do to protect it, he demanded. That simple request opened Lily's heart to him more surely than anything else he could have said. She spread her fingers across the rough squareness of his jaw and met the intensity of his gaze with tenderness. The child grows well above where even you can reach. Just be gentle with the child's mother. His

In particular, I had learned that intensity is crucial for any progress in spiritual perception and understanding. To dribble a few verses or chapters of scripture on oneself through the week, in church or out, will not reorder one's mind and spirit—just as one drop of water every five minutes will not get you a shower, no matter how long you keep it up. You need a lot of water at once and for a sufficiently long time. Similarly for the written Word.

The issues that are found in all our lives are more intensely and dramatically present in the struggles of those who have been sexually abused. An understanding of sexual abuse, therefore, will help make clear what happens to anyone's soul when he or she is sinned against; whether normally and inevitably, or severely--when abuse occurs.

Zijn grote gouden speer...gevuld met vuur... Werd verscheidene malen in me gestoken... Tot diep in mijn binnenste... Een zo overweldigende heerlijkheid dat je onmogelijk kon wensen dat het ophield.

intero. Los caballos frisones de color negro azabache

Una nueva compulsión ardía en su interior. Era sencilla. Básica. Primaria. Encontrar a Vittoria. Sentía un inesperado vacío en su interior. A menudo había oído que una situación intensa podía unir a dos personas más que una convivencia de décadas. Ahora lo creía. En ausencia de Vittoria, sentía algo que no había sentido en años. Soledad. El dolor le daba fuerzas.