Quotes About Intensity

and this is what really seemed to drive them right over the edge, out there in the lot) until Further Notice. Apeshit has rarely enjoyed so literal a denotation.

On one level my attention was intently focused on her voice and story. On another level I - it was if my mind was having a garage sale.

That her will and wishes had opposed my own just a little more. This by the way is known as Werther's Axiom, whereby quote the intensity of a desire D is inversely proportional to the ease of D's gratification. Known also as Romance.

The top seed this weekend is Richard Krajicek,12 a 6?5? Dutchman who wears a tiny white billed hat in the sun and rushes the net like it owes him money and in general plays like a rabid crane.

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How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Hark, how hard he fetches breath.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

She loves him with an enraged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

I am too much in the sun.

Love's night is noon.

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.