Quotes About Intensity

What's burning?" "Your brain.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

The two of them might as well have been alone. It was the kind of look that people in love exchanged, or people who were about to kill each other.

He was capable of wild mood swings that went from murder to concern for a spider in under five minutes. In the end, loving Myrnin, really loving him, could be like living with an unexploded bomb - sooner or later it was bound to go off, and for someone fragile and human, it would be fatal.

Wake me for the massacre, okay? Don't want to miss it.

You come back to us or I swear, I'll find you, dig up your stinky corpse, and kick its ass until it freaking disintegrates.

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted. "I love you both," I say.

now, suddenly, it goes from a whisper to a shout. He should

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up.

Jealousy hot flashes through my body, a thunderbolt crashing through.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies.

It's like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing's.

This was insane! Yes, he was hot, but so was Nick. Yes, he was nice, but so was Nick. Yes, he sent shivers of anticipation through me. But so did Nick. Okay, so they weren't this strong. But they were there. Parker terrified me. Nick didn't. Nick was safe, like a carousel. Parker was the tallest, fastest, scariest thrill ride imaginable.

She said to him then, crisply, "Never underestimate the passion of a lonely mind.

She pressed her fingertips into the hard wood of the handrail until they whitened. She would constrict the world to a pinhole.

I am like a little child naked in a strong wind. I have a fever, I shiver, I'm too hot or too cold. My lips retain the unusual fruity taste of your mouth, & the bitter taste of your saliva lingers on my tongue, making me find everything I eat bland, sickening since nothing is as good as your love.

I want a dress the color of suffering

When Victoria told me how intensely she hated me, I kept the Beretta aimed at her face, but heard myself say, I don't hate you. She called me an effing liar and said, Hate makes the world go around. Envy, lust and hate. I stopped hating anyone the day when I realized hating can't restore to me anything that's lost.

Now he must deal with the security system, which has recorded everything that he's done. A video camera is mounted over the front door and focused on the cashiers' counter. Edgler Foreman Vess has no desire to see himself on television news. Living with intensity is virtually impossible when one is in prison.

The value of any experience isn't in its positive or negative effect on his life but in the sheer luminous power of it, the vividness, the ferocity, the amount and degree of pure sensation that it provides. Intensity.

in ecstasy, it is essentially not about sensation but about passion, and passion is not of the flesh but of the mind and heart.

After six years of solitude, sharing a meal and conversation with someone was a pleasure. More than a pleasure, her hospitality and companionship were also affecting to a surprising extent, so that at times I was overcome by emotion so intense, I couldn't have spoken without revealing how profoundly I was moved.

Play hard. Play, play, play like your life depends on it. Because it does.