Quotes About Intensity

an overwhelming encounter.

Get the hell out of here!

You know me, Robert, when my passions flare, diplomacy is not my métier.

I should be arguing vehemently with doctors, demanding results, I should be surrounded by people who are bleeding and screaming and shocking one another with defibrillators.

Moderation is for the bland, the apologetic, for the fencesitters of the world afraid to take a stand. It's for those afraid to laugh or cry, for those afraid to live or die. Moderation" — he took a deep breath, getting ready for his final condemnation — "is lukewarm tea, the devil's own brew!

Goddamn fatherfucking asshole politician moral paraplegic dipshit drag-queen bitch!

It was fucking wonderful. It was fucking hell.

My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.

thighs flesh rather than steel, her groin matted from the moisture of their passion. Her face is dark, the sun behind her, but he sees red flames dying in the multifaceted pits of her eyes. She smiles and he sees sunlight glint on rows of metal

The best lack all conviction," he thought, "while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. I

The best lack all conviction," he thought, "while the worst are full of passionate intensity." Dur

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

THE SEAT OF ALL PASSION

I opened my mouth and kissed you then, the first time all night, attacked you and surrendered completely, and let's get out of here. I'm ready, I'm finished, let's not break up, no, no. Take me home, my boyfriend, my love.

This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

I hated her as I had never hated anyone before—with her easy answers and maternal fussing. I wanted to slap her face, to make her crawl, and then to hold her in my arms and kiss her.

Minha raiva era um sentimento empolgante, e eu não a abandonaria facilmente. Eu estava pronto para brigar.

The true nature of desire is to disappear in the intensity of its search.

very few people truly want this intensity, because it leads to total inner nakedness. Most people are looking for something more bland and neutral, more comforting.

Love, she thought, he'd typed love just as she had. A multifacedted word, love , there probably wasn't another word in this or any other language that had so many shades and degrees. She knew that he loved her and she loved him, just as she loved Adam and Adam loved her. But with love, theirs or his, it was always a question of degree, and what one was willing to do to express that degree.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.

People always do crazy things when they're in love.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.