Quotes About Intensity

shoved Target One away and smashed an elbow into Target Two's face. I tore the energy weapon out of Target Two's hand along with a few fingers, stabbed the weapon into its chest (it didn't have a sharp end but I made do) and ripped a large hole.

I got my helmet on and opaqued it. The relief was intense, about even with finding out that the combat override module had been removed. I love you, armor, and I'm never leaving you again.

For introverts who have a high level of internal activity, anything coming from the outside raises their intensity level index quickly. It's kind of like being tickled—the sensation goes from feeling good and fun to "too much" and uncomfortable in a split second.

The great man, whether we comprehend him in the most intense activity of his work or in the restful equipoise of his forces, is powerful, involuntarily and composedly powerful, but he is not avid for power. What he is avid for is the realization of what he has in mind, the incarnation of the spirit.

However hard as I try, it keeps growing. My bibliomania is pretty acute.

A doctor must work eighteen hours a day and seven days a week. If you cannot console yourself to this, get out of the profession.

For the children and youth in poverty from diverse cultural backgrounds who attend urban schools, having effective teachers is a matter of life and death. These children have no life options for achieving decent lives other than by experiencing success in school … Because it generates extremely high levels of emotional intensity, it [teaching in an urban school system] is more akin to being an air traffic controller than being a 'schoolteacher'.

God is 'the Light', and this Name is partly equivalent to his Names 'the Truth' and 'the Knower'. Truth is the object of Knowledge, and both are Light as opposed to the darkness of error and ignorance. The Light is One, but it is manifested with different degrees of intensity throughout creation, degrees of guidance which radiate from Truth, and degrees of faith which radiate from Knowledge.

The question is not whether we will be extremists but what kind of extremist will we be.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn'" - Uman Padeem

I would be consumed by you,' she said, and blinked her eyes furiously when she felt them fill with tears. 'You would sap all the energy and all the joy from me. You would put out all the fire of my vitality.' 'Give me a chance to fan the flames of that fire,' he said, 'and to nurture your joy.

Love could turn vicious instantly.

La confianza es un camino de dos direcciones... Todas las fortunas tienen sus límites. Hay cosas más importantes en la vida que un trozo de cristal. Las palabras, por dulces que fueran, no suavizaban la pérdida. El pasado es como un mal sueño. No se llega a olvidar del todo, pero con el tiempo pierde intensidad. las cosas no te consuelan cuando tienes miedo, ni te escuchan cuando necesitas hablar con alguien. Las cosas nunca me han hecho feliz.

Cold control sleeted in his veins as he drew his gun, leveled

At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick of quicksand took...

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

Personally, I experience the greatest degree of pleasure in having contact with works of art. They furnish me with happy feelings of an intensity such as I cannot derive from other realms.

It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, and disregard of all the rules.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.