Quotes About Intensity

I love cinema like a madman.

I can only be the madman that I've been so long.

In Madrid there is a lot of competition.

Tell everyone loud and clear, I have as much enthusiasm for leaving Madrid as I do for dying.

It is always special to play Manchester United.

I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.

When I walk out there on court, I become a maniac... Something comes over me, man.

I tend to deal with things in a very serious manner.

We play for March.

Get that son of a bitch to jail," he said through his teeth, "before I kill him!" His eyes were testimony enough to the intent of the statement. He'd forgotten law, duty, honor, everything, in the grip of the worst fear he'd ever felt. If she died, he would be lawless. Nothing would matter to him in the world, ever again, except revenge.

Perversion is the erotic form of hatred.

Frantic and serene, vigilant and calm, wrung-out and fortified, explosive and sedate—love commands a vast army of moods. Hoping for victory, limping from the latest skirmish, lovers enter the arena once again. Sitting still, we are as daring as gladiators.

El arte es más complejo, por supuesto. La emoción intensa crea tensión, y queremos que el artista la sienta por nosotros, que sufra, que goce y describa las cimas de su respuesta apasionada a la vida de modo que podamos apreciarla a distancia segura y podamos saber mejor cuáles son las dimensiones del espectro completo de la experiencia humana.

The incendiary magic she possessed was so strong she could set fire to water if she wanted to badly enough.

Avery poured a cup of coffee hot and compared it to a political debate—hot enough to boil an egg and filled with artificial flavor.

How can the intensity of this shame be understood by those who have never experienced it? How can they understand the strength of the motivations produced by the desire to escape from it?

People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death.

She could assassinate streets with her eyes

Stun me. I mean it. Draw the gun and shoot. I want you to do it, Kendra. Show me what it feels like. I'm looking for more. Show me something I don't know. Stun me to my DNA. Come on, do it. Click the switch. Aim and fire. I want the volts the weapon holds. Do it. Shoot it. Now.

This sentiment was expressed not so much in words and actions as in terrible and articulate sounds

The shallower our arguments, the more intense we became.

Transient pleasures, drastic measures.

There was something exquisite and poetic about those fucking catastrophes.

He had never seen a gunshot wound. He kept asking what it felt like? dull or sharp? an ache or burn? My head was spinning and naturally I could give him no kind of coherent answer but I remember thinking dimly that it was sort of like the first time I got drunk, or slept with a girl; not quite what one expected, really, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way. Neon lights: Motel 6, Dairy Queen. Colors so bright, they nearly broke my heart.