Quotes About Intensity

I say if you're going to take a chance on something, you just go full balls to the wall.

Ódio vulcânico, tórrido, não o frio dos chineses que se consome com a vingança.

I'd walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball.

If I have a bow and arrow, Commander, I don't shoot a padded shaft to my target's left in order to express my annoyance. I fire a steel-tipped arrow into his leg.

And then he raised the welder to his face and flicked the switch.

Vitalidad: una mirada basta.

But God loves men more than angels in intensity, because He became one of us

He wrapped her around his hands and then yanked her inside out.

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You know how when a woman gets angry, really angry, she can reach way back into herself and find rage enough to blow any man to pieces

A fanatic is one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim.

He who can describe how his heart is ablaze is burning on a small pyre] ~ Petrarch, Sonnet 137 (from Montaigne, On sadness)

A man driven by rage may stumble, in his passion, onto truth.

His projected face bony and intense, Garth peered out of his booth like an aroused turtle.

Jason Dill held the pencil beam steadily.

But to grieve; it's to die and be alive at the same time. The most absolute, overpowering experience you can feel, therefore. Sometimes I swear we weren't constructed to go through such a thing; it's too much - your body damn near self-destructs with all that heaving and surging.

She waited, smoking, watching him with a feminine vigil of intensity and acuity.

and vast ugly teeth strove to crunch him, crunch him with avid relish.

Well, said Mary, love is ferocious, too.

her eyes glittered, and her expression was so serious and absorbed that Will could have fallen in love with her again if love didn't already possess every fibre of his being.

Whatever happened behind now was simply that: behind. Lyra had left it. She felt she was leaving the world altogether, so remote and intent she was, so high they were climbing, so strange and uncanny was the light that bathed them.

ferocious and meaningless screams.

He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her as if for the first time. His daemon turned her great tawny leopard eyes on her too, and under the concentrated gaze of both of them, Lyra blushed. But she gazed back fiercely.

This rivalry was hundreds of years old, and very deep and satisfying.