Quotes About Intensity

Beanie moved from cocaine to speedballing, the coke/heroin mix that livened up the heroin while bringing gravitas to an otherwise dipshit high like cocaine.

The extreme always makes an impression.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

Goddamn it!" she said to me through a mouthful of sandwich. It was certainly far from a novel phrase coming from her, but she said it with a viciousness that left me lightly spattered with bread crumbs. I took a sip of my excellent batido de mamey and waited for her to expand on her argument, but instead she simply said it again. "Goddamn it!

Yes," I said. "It is a bit over-the-top." "That's their world," Brian said with a shrug. "They seem to enjoy histrionics.

But of course, Robert could not allow me to feel any real happiness. "Oh, for Christ's sake," he said. "This isn't fucking Shakespeare, sweetheart. This isn't your goddamn thee-ate-ter. This is the real world. This is a fucking wacko, psycho, out-of-his-skull asshole who likes to bite your tits off, and playing Neighborhood Playhouse acting games in your head isn't going to catch him.

I squinted and looked around, and the intensity of the light hurt my eyes. I wished I'd brought sunglasses. But I also wished I'd brought a bazooka, or at least a baseball bat, so the glasses seemed a little bit trivial. I

Four hours and forty-two minutes after Knepper began the game by striking out Wilson, the Mets swarmed the field and swallowed Orosco. Mike Scott was named NLCS MVP. New York was going to the World Series. It was time to destroy an airplane.

Two things mania did were to keep you up all night and to enable nonstop sex: pretty much the definition of college.

To feel so much was its own justification.

Her eyes shone, burned, intent on her mission as only a creature with no doubts as to either Creation's glory or its meaninglessness could be.

I was struck dumb by the sight of this beloved face working itself up into what looked like hatred.

Looking back now, I can only remember a time when the world seemed to have a million eyes, silently opening wherever I went. Most of the time they were camouflaged, like the closed eyes of green lizards in green trees. But then they snapped open -- on the bus, in the pharmacy -- and I felt the intensity of all that looking, the desire and desperation.

And of course there was the sheer physical fact of her, the blood-tinged blade that she was, the riot of color that caught everyone's attention.

Looking back now, I can only remember a time when the world seemed to have a million eyes, silently opening wherever I went. Most of the time they were camouflaged, like the closed eyes of green lizards in green trees. But then they snapped open—on the bus, in the pharmacy—and I felt the intensity of all that looking, the desire and the desperation.

Along with everyone else, I looked up. Standing in the doorway was a redheaded girl. Two clouds bumped up above, skidding past each other, and let down a beam of light. This beam struck the glass roof of the greenhouse. Passing through the hanging geraniums, it picked up the rosy light which now, in a kind of membrane, enveloped the girl. It was also possible that the sun wasn't doing this at all, but a certain intensity, a soul ray, from my eyes.

Having OCD has made me a more intense, sensitive, and compassionate human being. I have been humbled by my disorder. It has built character even while tearing at my soul, my heart, and my self-esteem. It has enabled me to fight harder, to strive for the good and the truth inside me. It has made me less critical and judgmental of others who suffer in their lives.

The sun's rays, focused, are much more powerful than they are without focus. The same is true for people seeking power.

Rest assured, gentlemen, if our paths ever cross again, it won't just be your weapons that burn.

He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.

She glared at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I think I'm the fuck you want," Nick said, and when she swung on him, he ducked under her arm and caught her to him, taking her mouth with his so completely that she stopped swinging to enjoy the heat and shudder he kissed into her, so relieved to finally have his arms around her.

An instant, ball-busting, suck-all-the-air-out-of-his-lungs inferno swept through him and his dick sprang to immediate, ready-to-serve attention.

A charismatic bachelor, he traveled with two valets and a pet bulldog. Two tracks of silver hair flanked his wide bald crown. Wire-rimmed spectacles and a nearly lipless mouth lent his face a scholar's intensity.

Baby, groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.