Quotes About Intensity

A really perfect poem has an infinitely small vocabulary.

I like to believe that my best hits border on felonious assault.

The heat comes off the music.

She was in love. There was no turning back.

If Melissa Miller were an artist, she would have painted the world in vicious streaks of red. Nothing like Picasso's rose period, all soft and cheerful and so optimistic that it made you want to puke. Missy's red phase would have been brutal and bright enough to cut your eyes. Missy's art would have been honest.

You've loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.

Or get the gun!

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

A thin spider web of sweat draped itself over his forehead, spreading into his hair.

Nothing is like a quarter-mile sprint. All muscle and breath and power. And then it's over and you got a thing behind you—another race you can clock among your races.

At least, that had been what he had thought until the night he had lost himself to Legna's wicked eyes. He had blamed it on the moon, reaffirming the weakness to himself later on when he found himself stalking the halls of Noah's home far oftener than could be explained away, always watching as Legna floated from one room to another, seemingly oblivious to him, never remaining in his sight for more than a minute at a time.

His mouth came to hers suddenly, hovering above those thirsting lips as he drilled her with the intensity of his mercury gaze. " Neliss . . . " he murmured, reverting to the elegance of their ancient language. " Neliss ent desita." Beauty of the ages.

It was her, something about her- whenever she did something that felt like a raw invitation, he simply went mad in his effort to take up the gauntlet.

by Baudelaire! things are pretty hot!

Me conmueves toda tú representando tu vida con esa pasión tan torpe y tan limpia, como el que quiere matarse para contar: soy suicida.

La lluvia me empujó al correo. ¡Está lloviendo a cántaros! Y sobre mi corazón, a cántaros, tú.

A veces te aborrezco tanto, casi tanto como te quiero.

this ain't the 4-H rodeo at the Pocahontas County Fair.... this is horse racing

At the door I planted a kiss on Paul's mouth with an uncontrollable ardor that I actually did feel-a kiss of treachery, for I could still taste the other man in my mouth.

I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

Is life, then, a violent burst of light, like flint struck sharply in the dark?

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

L'equilibrio, insieme al miracolo e all'intensità del vivere, è una delle tre caratteristiche del santo.

Éramos tão vorazes, no começo, que qualquer coisa menos que o mundo equivaleria a um coito interrompido.