Quotes About Intensity

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.

The kiss ignited like a rocket flash. Not that this surprised her. Everything pertaining to Mark seemed to burn hot and fast. Frustration, lust… His mouth was rough, hot and hungry on hers as he pulled her closer, taking control. She heard herself moan, kissing him with helpless desperation. If dessert was her usual drug of choice, it'd just been replaced because she couldn't seem to get enough of him.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

It's crazy…" she whispered against his mouth, "what you do to me." "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what I do to you." "You look at me like I'm the best thing you've seen

The air suddenly felt charged, and he wondered which of them was going to get burned. Most likely him.

her raw throat. Marveled. He'd literally walked through fire for her. For her. "No one's ever done that…" Tightening his grip

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

they were all sweating like hookers in a confessional

Harry, she said quietly, I know you must be angry. I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry, I said. I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

Mac folded his arms on the bar and looked at me intently and said, in a resonant baritone, You've got to be very careful, Harry. I looked at him, shocked. He'd...used grammar.

Booya! I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. That's right! Who just rocked your face ? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!

You want to play head games? Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. Let's go.

And the sex," I said. "It will be frequent. Possibly violent. You'll be screaming. Neighbors will make phone calls.

A mangled corpse in the middle of a blood-drenched floor. Berserk FBI field agents drawing guns and shooting to kill. A little kung fu, a little John Wayne, and a few casual threats. So far, I thought, my nerves jangling, just one more night on the job.

Subtle and quick to anger?" "Not so subtle.

with an intensity that sent every instinct in my body screaming that death was here, that it was about to jump down my throat and rip me inside out.

Kill you!" she snarled. "Kill you for what you did to him!" "Holy crap!" Thomas yelled. "Ack!" I agreed.

Elaine kept that deadly little wand pointed at the Skavis, eyes narrowed, and said, her voice rough and raw, "Who's useless now, bitch?

The eyes are a window to the soul. Literally. Looking someone steadily in the eyes is an uncomfortable, intense experience for anyone. If you don't believe me, pick a stranger sometime, and just go up to them and stare them in the eye until that moment when there's a sudden acknowledgement of lowered barriers, that moment that inspires awkward silences and racing hearts.

with unnatural fury and grace.