Quotes About Intensity

Passion is tragedy-in-waiting

She was beautiful and cruelly abused and defiant, and she burned his eyes.

Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!" "Aye, lass," he said with a sinful grin. "Completely alive." She was suddenly aware of the hardness of his groin against her belly and pulled back away from him.

When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move. His stare had lingered at her breasts. She'd had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from covering her nipples with her hands to still the ache. And when his gaze traveled down her body, little flames seemed to lick her skin. When he smiled at her private parts, she caught fire completely.

The real thing, this! and all these endless days, these days of senseless drudgery, it was this that set his soul in fever -- in a craze -- to break away, to feel the crushing bliss of life that wars with life -- the seethe and hiss.

It was raining a motherfucker. It was raining a Dostoyevsky novel. It was raining a Kurosawa film. It was raining a Trout Mask Repilca.

The basic problem with my love relationships with women is that my standards are so high - and they apply equally to both of us. I seek full-blast mutual intensity, fully fledged mutual acceptance, full-blown mutual flourishing, and fully felt peace and joy with each other. This requires a level of physical attraction, personal adoration, and moral admiration that is hard to find.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

She had said: 'You could not hate anyone that much -' She was mistaken. What did she know? She felt so good right now, this must be hate, what else could it be? ("Mind Over Murder")

Some creatures live as stars do: burn hard and hot, feeding on those nearby but primarily upon themselves. Their lives an inferno and them happiest in that heat. Eating away at themselves until all that remains is appetite.

My mom says Dove lives like a sun does. In this never-ending state of heat and light that would burn the rest of us up.

Violence of any kind, once it starts, is like fucking a gorilla-you ain't done till the gorilla's done.

Maybe it was denial, but maybe it was her only way of holding on to someone she had loved. Maybe we should all be so passionate.

Él es tan rabioso.

y en cuanto a asegurarme la vida, sería muy difícil: fumo demasiado escribo demasiado amo demasiado

Ayer a la noche en la soledad habitada de la ciudad moribunda volví a amarte con la furia inmoderada de los deseos reprimidos y otra vez fui joven otra vez fui poderosa violenta ávida nocturna exaltada milagrera lírica obscena

I want to look at you as you kill me

In some inexplicable way she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely—when you were young enough—about guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse?

I'm Jace." He let her see his own fangs. "And you're mine." A claim made before all the wolves in the room. From now on, any wolf who touched her would face him—and death. She swallowed and tilted her head back to better meet his stare. "Hello, husband." The wolf within growled…Mine.

Fuck. A woman's eyes shouldn't make a guy feel like she was stealing his soul with just a glance.

This woman…determination burned in her eyes. Fury hardened her muscles. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You think I wouldn't trade anything for you? Wouldn't do anything for you? Angel, from the first look, I knew I'd fucking wreck this world for you.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.