Quotes About Intensity

Oak was never taught to fight any way but to kill. He doesn't know any elegant parries. He cannot show off. All he can do is deal death. And once he starts, he doesn't stop. I'm not sure he can.

Tell me you hate me.' 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.' He kisses me harder. 'I hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope.

It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.

Against my shoulder she whispers, 'He's flint, you're tinder.

Do something!" someone says, but in my delirium, I can't tell who is speaking. Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.

I think of the note I found, of the press of his nibbed pen hard enough to send flecks of ink spattering as he wrote my name. Hard enough to dig through the page, maybe to scar the desk beneath. If that's what he did to the paper, I shudder to think what he wants to do to me.

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

Okay. Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied? Like you don't know how to stop feeling that way and it scares you, but that just makes you angry too?

Te arrepentirás de esto». No lo digo en voz alta, pero miro a Cardan y pienso esas palabras con tanta fuerza que es casi como si estuviera gritando.

He likes you this way, I think,' Cardan says. 'Flush-cheeked and furious.' 'I don't care what he likes,' I spit out. 'You seem to not care quite a lot.' His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.

If I couldn't be better than my enemies, then I would become worse. Much, much worse.

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

Then Grima Mog is there on her stag, taking the weight of his blade. Their weapons slam together, ringing with the force of the impact. "First I am going to kill you," she tells him. "And then I am going to eat you.

Si no puedo ser mejor que ellos, seré mucho peor.

I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that." I don't think he realizes just how angry I am or how good it feels, for once, to give up on regrets.

kiss me until i'm sick of it

Sometimes it feels as though there's a knot inside me, and were it to come apart, whatever emerged would be all teeth.

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

The song he sings is of lost places and homes so far away that they are no longer home. He sings of love so intense it is indistinguishable from hate, and chains that are like riddles of old, no longer holding him, yet unbroken.

I am surprised when he turns to me, eyes blazing. It feels as though the room is empty but for us. He lifts his glass anew, mouth curving in to a mockery of a smile. 'And to Jude, who gave me a gift tonight. One that I plan to repay in kind.' I try not to visibly flinch as glasses lift around me.