Quotes About Intensity

When you can persuade yourself 100% that you are successful, success is yours! You must become so intense that you completely forget it was only a desire. You must tame the wild, new state you have entered until its naturalness causes you to forget all else. That is how God became you.

por la intensidad del amor y el odio, nos convertimos en lo que contemplamos

Your love is doomed, you must give it everything you've got.

She flashed upon his life with an electric energy, shattering every day's effort at work and leaving a kind of glimmering burning feeling all day and night around the edges of his heart.

...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

I'm often called obsessive. I don't think I am ... but I agree that when I decide to go in one direction I really go in that direction.

It hadn't lasted, of course, but that was no small mercy, because who could survive with such intensity of emotion?

SABINE THINGS HAVE BECOME SO DIFFICULT. I MUSTN'T WRITE AGAIN. THIS WHOLE AFFAIR HAS GOTTEN TOO INTENSE. TOO REAL, SABINE, YOU DON'T EXIST. I INVENTED YOU. YOU, THE CARDS, THE STAMPS. THE ISLANDS, YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. I WAS LONELY AND I WANTED A FRIEND. BUT I'M ALMOST OUT OF CONTROL. I'VE STARTED TO THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. BEFORE IT TAKES ME OVER IT HAS TO STOP. GOODBYE. GRIFFIN

the pulsing phallus move down his stomach

Victor: What does it feel like to be in love? Creature: It feels like everything is boiling over and spilling out of me; it feels like my lungs are on fire, and my heart is a hammer, and I feel like I can do anything...I feel like I can do anything in the world...

You don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.

For me, adolescence was such a glorious time. The intensity of your emotions at that period in your development is something awe-inspiring, no matter how painful it might sometimes seem. I believe that none of us really grows out of that. At least I haven't, or I just wouldn't be doing what I'm doing.

Artists; those savage beasts that can't get enough of too much.

After all, fear is the passionate enthusiasm for the same.

He was looking at her too hard; his eyes were startling against his dark skin, like burnished bronze, glowing and greening in summer sun.

She smiled, but it was a disturbing, hard flexing of bane and muscle.

She met his gaze, agate to jet. She would not flinch, not even if the water turned into a river of fire. She stepped forward, bent her head, and set her will.

You would look good in the old-fashioned clerical garb, the long black coat and dog collar. Those pale, pale eyes, the way you nod intently and sit so still…" she laughed then, a little brittle vocal shimmer that tried to hide the loss and bewilderment, tried to turn it all into an amusing game. "So here I am, confessing my sins. But what I want isn't forgiveness. Or penance. It's information.

The world sharpened suddenly, as brilliant and bright as when she got rain in her eye.