Quotes About Intensity

I could have told him more, of the dreams that left me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scraped my throat as I swallowed them down. The way the stars turned and turned through the night above my unsleeping eyes.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.

Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different color, a different foam-capped height, but always the same restless intensity pulling towards the horizon.

A look passed across her face. I might have called it rage, if it were not pointed so inward.

I believed that she would rather set the world on fire than lose.

Yet some say lovers are mad.

Such passive, pale words for what she was.

Several things happened at once then. Achilles - for it was Achilles - dropped Deidameia's hand and flung himself joyously at me, knocking me backwards with the force of his embrace.

Cada día era de un color diferente, sus olas, coronadas de espuma, alcanzaban una altura distinta, pero siempre poseía la misma incesante intensidad que te atraía hacia el horizonte.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull.

Death is a difficulty, but it is not a punishment for the wrongdoings of our first parents; life is difficult, but it is not a trial through which we must pass to earn an eternal reward. Mortality is not a wounding disability but the enabling condition that lends life its intensity, tenderness, poignancy, and beauty, let us say its wounded glory, the difficult glory, that has tasted the bitter truth.

Who are you? What do you want? Who are you?" Her voice was light and fast and intense and her mouth trembled. She seemed to be on the narrow edge of emotional disaster, holding herself in check with the greatest effort. And about her was a rich and heavy scent of brandy, and an unsteadiness, the eyes too swift and not exactly in focus.

El infierno, en realidad, es un poderoso estimulante

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

I hate beyond hate.

But suddenly he comprehended why her face haunted him, why he felt this terrible need to see her again: it was to possess her, to melt into her, to burn, to burn, to burn to ashes on that body and in those eyes. To postpone such a desire for a week, a month, a year, several years even, that can be done. But for eternity is when the iron bites.

Noi doi singuri în camer?. Nici trecut, nici viitor. Doar intensitatea È™i profunzimea momentului. SenzaÈ›ia c? totul avea în mod implacabil un sfârÈ™it: muzica, noi doi, luna, absolut totul. Dac? reuÈ™eÈ™ti s? p?trunzi în miezul lucrurilor, nu g?seÈ™ti altceva decât tristeÈ›e, numai tristeÈ›e, mereu È™i pretutindeni, dar o tristeÈ›e frumoas?, argintie, precum chipul lui Hristos.

Cage fighting appeals to the savage instinct in some people, including me, and we're all here for the same reason—to see one fighter annihilate another. We want to see bleeding eyes, gashes across the forehead, choke holds, bone-ripping submissions, and brutal knockout punches that send the corners scrambling for the doctor. Mix in a flood of cheap beer, and you have five thousand maniacs begging for blood.

With four minutes to go and South Sudan up by one, Benjie Boone bounced off a screen at the top of the key and pulled up wide open from 25 feet.

the cutthroat world

For several minutes Mary stood stock still on the stage, clad in the color of dried blood:

Note that training your body to use fat more efficiently and spare glycogen happens only when exercising at moderate intensity, not when riding harder.

Life is an X-rated soap opera.

De alguna manera -había argumentado Garp- la vida es demasiado. La vida es un folletín melodramático no apto para menores, John