Quotes About Intensity

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.

Litigation can become as great a passion as gambling.

It feels like I've got all the flames in hell burning in my head.

War is full of clichés, because only clichés can match the drama of the moment.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul with all his strength and with all his will.

For there is nothing more serious than a lunatic when he comes to the central point of his lunacy.

Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that," Garrett said gruffly. "You'll have me convinced I'm going to die." "You're not?

Da mržnja ima miris osje?alo bi se iza mene na krv. Da ima boju crn trag bi ostao za mojim petama. Da može da gori plamen bi skuljalo iz svih mojih otvora.

Mržnja je bila u meni kao mra?na i strašna snaga

not like any smile i had ever experienced before. but such a smile! you could burn a hole in the world with that smile

She accepted the permission bestowed by passion to live entirely in the present.

I'm beginning to think I feel too much. The feelings flood into me like so much water, and I am helpless against the onslaught.

It was like some kind of full-mind, full-body fuck. That was what it was like when your entire self was engaged. That was what it was like to pay attention.

I don't know if I love him. I'm stubborn about my love, stingy about it. It comes and goes at all the wrong times.

It felt like you could hurt her just by looking at her, or you could never hurt her at all.

She looks down at me, her eyes depthful and ruinous. "Love is a kind of killing, Addy,' she says. 'Don't you know that?

Like all that you are is the wanting, and the rest of you just burns away?

My head is so full of plans that it seems aflame.

When you have nothing inside you, you feel everything more, and feel you can control it all.

Beautiful, he says, and she could titrate like a motherfucker.

The world is blood-hot and personal. —Sylvia Plath

that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull's or cobra's unlocking

I can't deny that I desired her in that moment. Anyone would have.

And the family that seemed so perfect began to suffer through small and then large tragedies—a wayward sister gone more wayward, the parents' separation and then divorce, and, most terrible of all, the death of Meg's older brother in a boating accident. There's something so intense about these relationships we have with other families during our formative years, and that's one of the main things I wanted to explore in The End of Everything.