Quotes About Intensity

El gajo de la luna se empequeñeció más y más, pero yo seguí mirándola incluso cuando se me entornaron los párpados para sentir el brillo azafranado de su figura sobre los párpados.

He was not so easy and even as he pretended. 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 horizaon.

I felt like my eyes were throwing off sparks. I wanted him burnt.

Il ressemblait à un orage d'été, dont la foudre illumine le ciel pâle. En sa présence, tout le reste s'estompait.

There's a thin line between love and hate, and it's easy to cross.

Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

We have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it.

Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness?)

The knowledge of it burns the inside of her head, leaving black scorch marks.

I loaded on enough sarcasm to clog up a black hole.

How alike are the groans of love, to those of the dying.

Love was like an avalanche, with Sephy and I hand-in-hand racing like hell to get out of it's way-only, instead of running away from it, we kept running straight towards it.

His aura was too bright and his masculine force affected me physically," Angelou recalled years later. ?A hot desert storm eddied around him and rushed to me, making my skin contract, and my pores slam shut. . . . His hair was the color of burning embers and his eyes pierced.

Today I smash racquets, for tomorrow we die.

It's called Betty Blue," he said. "You watch, I'll translate.

You fight to win. Honor, fair play, and nobility are things that you use to wipe your ass with. Second place is in the morgue.

Ik wil branden in het vuur van mijn gevoelens. Ik wil alles, want alleen als ik alles heb weet ik dat ik iets ben. Ik wil meegevoerd worden om de zinloosheid van mijn bestaan te vergeten en ik wil de ander vervoering, onderdompeling en overgave geven en laten ondergaan om duidelijk te maken dat er niets is buiten mij, dat ik de kern van haar bestaan ben, dat het nergens beter is en dat ik alles verdien wat zij kan geven.

The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.

Happiness contracted by the cold, forced to withdraw into itself, to close into its heart, it is there that I find the greatest intensity. It is true that I have only ever experienced it through sadness. But it is always the same.

her [Albertine's] intense and velvety gaze fastened itself, glued itself to the passer-by, so adhesive, so corrosive, that you felt that, in withdrawing, it must tear away the skin.

the serpent hissing between the lips of Envy is so huge, and so completely fills her wide-opened mouth that the muscles of her face are strained and contorted,...

To such an extent does passion manifest itself in us as a temporary and distinct character, which not only takes the place of our normal character but actually obliterates the signs by which that character has hitherto been discernible.

it was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...

It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect on him, that Swann remarked Odette's resemblance to the Zipporah of that Alessandro de Mariano to whom more people willingly give his popular surname, Botticelli, now that it suggests not so much the actual work of the Master as that false and banal conception of it which has of late obtained common currency.