Quotes About Intensity

If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a comet flaming in the heat of her atmosphere.

He groaned in mounting desire. "You're a dangerous woman, Calinda Braxton," he murmured hoarsely. "So are you, Lynx Cardone," she replied in a strained voice as she pushed away from him, fighting to regain control of herself. He caught her face between his hands, drilling his smoldering gaze into her matching one. "I want you, Cal," he stated simply. -Lynx & Calinda

Cole stiffened in fury. "That good for nothing bitch! If I ever get my hands on her again, I'll..." Lynx grabbed Cole by the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. He delivered several blows into Cole's face and gut with lightening speed and forceful strength. "I'll kill you if you even think about her in passing," Lynx warned ominously at Cole's threat. -Cole & Lynx

I'd bitch slap the devil for you.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

I knew then that I would have to be careful. I would have to wear gloves, to leave no trace when I burgled the crammed house of feeling and took for my own use exuberance depression suspicion terror.

Nothing worth doing is worth doing in moderation.

The expression on her face is scarier than an actress in one of dad's horror movies.

Neither greed for power nor thirst for glory are as dizzy as the passions of love

thrilled by the dark look of desire. She thrived on men's desire for her. It made the sexual high that much greater

Richey currently smokes 50 cigarettes a day, having started two weeks ago. "Whenever I do something, I like to do it a lot," he explains back at the hotel. "When I was 13, I did a Shakespeare project that was 859 pages long. Everyone else just did six. I just had fuck all else to do but sit in and write...

There is no luck, you work hard and study things intently. If you do that for long and hard enough you're successful.

We're willing to lose some customers if it means that others love our products intensely. That's our line in the sand.

We're willing to loase some customers if it means that others love our products intensely. That's our line in the sand.

With comedy and wanting to make people laugh,] when you're a child, all you want is ANY kind of laugh. You get them to laugh, and great! - you've succeeded. And then it's "How FAST can I get them to laugh?" "How LONG can I get them to laugh?", "How HARD can I get them to laugh?". And then it becomes: "Can I laugh at something that makes them uncomfortable?", "Can I get them to laugh at something that challenges their beliefs?

I want to learn everything about you. I want to change my major to Mallory Quinn and learn as much as I can.

I was emotionally and physically punched in the stomach. This is not a place where you go and deliver the lines and then you come back. It's kind of a life-changing experience. But it can't get better than this for any actor - this is like an opera.

I read like fiends smoke crack

Sa marche assurée, sa taille souple, ses narines roses et ouvertes, ses grands yeux légère- ment cerclés de bleu, dénotaient une de ces natures ardentes qui répandent autour d'elles un parfum de volupté, comme ces flacons d'Orient qui, si bien fermés qu'ils soient, laissent échapper le par- fum de la liqueur qu'ils renferment.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from 100 Selected Poems

to hell with literature we want something redblooded

The music of the Stones pounds the air like the amplified pulse of my erection.