Quotes About Intensity

My psi-wave threw them all backwards violently, like the pressure blast of a hurricane. Windows shattered. They tumbled over, robes shredding, flying like dolls or desperately trying to grip onto the floor. Wystan lit a lho-stick. 'What I like about you,' he said, 'is that you don't muck around.' 'Thank you.

You have to play this game like somebody just hit your mother with a two-by-four.

I thought I was gonna die. "Eeeeeeeekkkkkk!" we all screamed.

Increase the pain input, increase the swearing output. Makes sense.

Hathwell is writing with quiet intensity about significant things.

I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.

You look like you could be the love child of a grizzly bear and a navy destroyer.

Of all the shades of red, she hated the wet, sticky brightness of crimson the most.

He had a rich, deep baritone voice, and he knew how to use it. To drown out all thoughts. To drown out other voices. To drown out sounds that she didn't want him to hear, to drown out sounds he knew she didn't want him to hear—

So, do I win this test of patience, then, Admiral?" His eyes swung into focus. Sharp, intent, steady focus. And then his lips curved in a slow, wicked smile that made her realize she was in over her head, here. Far over her head. The smile grew wicked. "Obviously . . . not.

For God's sake, Maeve!

Ah, such pluck, such fire! Indeed, madam, I will touch you . . . but were you to go down without a fight, I should be sadly disappointed. . . So, indulge yourself, Maeve, and"—his fingers caught her collar and pulled it downward, exposing her neck and shoulders to his mouth—"fight.

My deepest desire . . . is to sink my dagger into your heart and watch you . . . die." "And mine is to sink my dagger into your sweet woman's flesh and watch you writhe with pleasure." His lips were moving lower, toward that creamy swell of flesh above the closure of her shirt. Maeve's heart began to pound, and the room was suddenly too hot, far too hot. "Shall we have a contest to see who wins?

Damon sank back down into the chair and raked his hands down over his face. Lady Simms sat quietly across from him, not saying a word. Unable to stand it any longer, he looked up and impaled her with a stare hot enough to melt rock. "I suppose you think me a raving madman now, don't you?

There he was, leaning with casual insolence against a magnificent mantle of carved Italian marble, a glass of brandy dangling from his fingertips. He was a dark angel, some brooding god of judgment, and as he turned his black, smoldering gaze upon her, Juliet felt her courage falter.

Tabata: Tabata training is a type of workout named for Dr. Izumi Tabata, a Japanese researcher who found that four-minute exercises seemed to be optimal for building lean muscle. Ahh, just four minutes! But those four minutes are intense. For each exercise, you'll: Push yourself as hard as you can for 20 seconds. Rest for 10 seconds. Complete 8 rounds (for a total of 4 minutes).

AMRAP: As Many Reps as Possible. If you see AMRAP, it means I've given you a time period in which to do as many repetitions of the exercise as you can.

deep practice is assisted by the attainment of a primal state, one where we are attentive, hungry, and focused, even desperate.

Many hotbeds use an approach I call the engraving method. Basically, they watch the skill being performed, closely and with great intensity, over and over, until they build a high-definition mental blueprint.

When you're making movies you've got to get obsessive.

She is staring into hell and I'm not brave enough to join her.

If you don't die screaming in this war, then you're fuckin' doing it wrong. At least I'm fucking doing it right.

Lark Iron Cloud, used to say that if you don't die screaming in this war, then you're fuckin' doing it wrong. At least I'm fucking doing it right.

Viv Richards, a man who put the ire into fire, the ow into power and the fucking fury into fucking fury.