Quotes About Intensity

I feel like the wrath of God. You like that boy, don't you? I love him, Tom.

First, I blow a hole in your face; then I go back inside, and sleep like a baby... I guarantee you.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

A fanatic redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim.

i heard on their lips the language of passion, of betrayal and jealousy, and sometimes despair - languages with which I was all too familiar.

Can one exist on lukewarmness?

IT WAS LIKE RIDING INTO THE BLAST OF A HAIR-DRYER SET ON HOT.

IT WAS THE TYPE OF DAY THAT COULD WILT A METAL GATEPOST.

hatred is degenerated love

Progress is measured by richness and intensity of experience - by a wider and deeper apprehension of the significance and scope of human existence.

The arrival of the Portuguese explorers and traders on the sub-Saharan African coast in the early 1400s would ultimately represent a major new development in the history of the slave trade in Africa in terms of the intensity of its development, the sources of its slaves, and the uses to which its slaves would be put. But initially there was little to distinguish the Portuguese traders from the Muslim traders of North Africa and the sub-Saharan regions.

Awe becomes simple fear all too easily. And when it does, what does that leave but hatred?

There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word.

My mother did not need much food - she ran on wrath (pp94)

A shock will do it, he said, or strong emotion, strong emotion of any sort. It can be horror. Or disgust. But, then again, it doesn't have to be. Sometimes, he said, people die laughing.

The brightest stars burn out the fastest

For extreme diseases extreme strictness of treatment is most efficacious.

Kuroi Sabato! I shall kill you! I shall kill you if I have to sell my very soul to the Devil!

The urge to kill is shown by glares, not by words.

I hate you," I breathed into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

Come be angry at a nearer distance

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.