Quotes About Intensity

I look in the flames and see the hotter me.

He was terrified, he was thrilled. That was love.

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.

leave me," Japhrimel snarled. "You will not leave me to wander the earth alone—breathe, damn you, breathe!

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.

He laughed. The laugh could strip the skin off an elephant in seconds.

He stared at her face as if he wanted to peel it off and take it home with him. What a gruesome thought, Rowan.

He kissed her, over and over, printing blood-flavored kisses on her cheek, her throat, her jaw, her mouth.

Chess isn't one of my favorites, it takes a cool calculating hatred to play well, and I'm not good at that.

Nell and Fen had chased away my thoughts of suicide. But what had they left me with? Fierce desires, a great tide of feeling of which I could make little sense, an ache that seemed to have no name but want. I want. Intransitive. No object. It was the opposite of wanting to die. But it was scarcely more bearable.

I couldn't sleep beside him. It was too strong. I wanted him too much. It never went away. (32)

I want too much. I always have.

Good heavens,' he says. 'Is that what it's like with your writers? The word "snug" and you're mad in love?

Forced to weigh your words, you find out which are the styrofoam and which are the heavy gold. Severe cutting intensifies your style, forcing you both to crowd and to leap.

The glory of the library for me is how many of the books are in poor physical condition. They are books that have been read and read intensely. They are knocked about and shopworn. I would be ashamed of a book whose spine was not broken.

His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free.

The intensity of mattering, while ideologically constructed, is nevertheless always beyond ideological challenge because it is called into existence affectively.

The line between passionate and crazy can be a thin one.

Lnq is too much.

I bask in their heatedness as before a woodstove. My own apathy is bone chilling.

Real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness

No había, por mi parte, falta de cariño ni dureza de corazón. Cuando escrutas tus sentimientos con un exceso de obsesiva atención, llega un momento en que se te escapan.

Our house had not been spurted with the Day-Glo spray of spontaneous outrage but slathered with a hatred that had reduced until it was thick and savorous, like a fine French sauce.

rills ran deeper—so that if you could compare them to ice cream, it was more to the sort so hard that you couldn't ram a spoon into the carton.