Quotes About Intensity

Plenty of time for a close friendship to turn to hate. As only a good friendship could. The conduit to the heart was already created.

And she didn't care about any one, just this one.

No one could look at the beautiful young man now. They dropped their eyes from the scalding sight. From the eclipse. As all that love turned into hate.

intensity, as though trying to place

Only while on a murder case did he drink fast-food coffee. It was so associated in his mind with the teamwork, the long hours, the standing in cold, damp fields, that his heart raced every time he smelt industrial coffee and wet cardboard.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!

You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

Feel that? I don't walk around with a lead pipe in my jeans, so what do you think that tells you about how much I want you. (Simon Brant)

Fucking Nick

Deine Liebe macht mich zum glücklichsten und zum unglücklichsten zugleich.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply

I was surprised that Kurt seemed to understand that you might never love someone as hard as you had the first time you'd fallen; I was even more surprised to learn that maybe you could.

A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.

We were gasoline poured onto fire. With you I burned twice as high and hot. This is why you and I could never have stayed together. We would have consumed each other until there was nothing left.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill.

She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.

Loves a tidal wave...because it sucks you under and you drown.

When he kissed me, it was with the desperation of a man who is trying to save himself.

A staccato kiss

It is pitch dark and raining when I leave Josef's house, shaking beneath the responsibility of his confessions. What I want

Maybe however much you've loved someone, that's how much you can hate. It's like a pocket turned inside out. It stands to reason that the opposite should be true, too.

I think everyone in a two mile radius heard. She doesn't get pissed that often, but when she does, not even God is going to defy her.