Quotes About Intensity

[Football is] a game that requires the constant conjuring of animosity.

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.

In the Odyssey one may liken Homer to the setting sun, of which the grandeur remains without the intensity.

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno ...

For each kiss I gave you a huge cluster of tears!

Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.

I am ashes where once I was fire...

Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!

Tis to create, and in creating live a being more intense, that we endow with form our fancy, gaining as we give the life we image, even as I do now.

You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.

He will fucking kill Mia Reiter and the people behind this. He will rip their throats out with his own bare hands.

She'd read in novels of people who couldn't speak because their hearts were too full and she'd always thought, Not my black heart. But now she couldn't speak, because it was too much, whatever it was.

I love you madly," she said. "I shall make you happy if I have to kill somebody to do it. But that ought not to be necessary.

He started to draw away but she wasn't ready. She held on, and after a heartbeat he slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss grew more fiercely determined, as though he would wipe every recollection of anything remotely resembling kisses from her mind and imprint his, permanently, upon it. And upon her body, where the alien feelings simmered into excitement and happiness and a yearning for more. Strange

Pomislila je da razumije kakva je to želja bila: privla?nost, mo?no magnetsko strujanje izme?u muškarca i žene, koje ih privla?i bliže jedno drugome. Mislila je da razumije požudu: glad, žudnju. No?u bi bila grozni?ava, snivaju?i o njemu, i nemirna i živ?ana danju, razmišljaju?i o njemu. Nazvala je to životinjskom privla?noš?u, primitivnom, ludom.

There was the deep blue sea of her eyes, and there was he, wanting to drown.

I'm going now," he said. "This is much too shocking. I need to—drink, I believe. Or fight. Something. I love you. That's what it is. That's what's happened. Yes.

curtain yelled, 'I hate you, I hate you so much, just GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

It was not enough. It was too much. It was everything.

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

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