Quotes About Intensity

Women are afraid of the intensity of feeling that may surface as their eyes are opened to the wider reality of a woman's life. A woman's intensity makes everyone uncomfortable, including herself. We were taught to be nice, not angry, even when our own lives and sanity are at stake.

Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself!

Le donne romantiche, riflettei: non pensano mai al male che fanno in quella loro forsennata ricerca di esperienze forti. In quella loro infatuazione per la libertà.!

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.

And right on cue, Viola yells, " TODD! " And I hit him with everything I got - Every bit of her behind me - Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness - Every moment I didn't see her - Every moment I worried - Everything - Every little tiny thing I know about her - I send it right into the center of him - VIOLA

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say. "Ah, philosophy," he smiles. "I didn't know you had it in you.

Harry leaned forward, his eyes flashing. "I see nothing.

Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate .

One minute I'm standing there behind everyone and the next thing I know, I'm between Matthew and Viola, I have my knife out pointing at him, my own Noise falling like an avalanche and my mouth saying, "You best take two steps away from her and you best be taking 'em right quick.

She shakes her head, fiercely. "You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!" She don't say effing.

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

Hespe's mouth went firm. She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.

unwise love is the truest love.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she'd snap and crack the world in two.

My alar is like the ocean in storm. (Devi)

I grew thinner and more ragged. I slept in rain or sun, on soft grass, moist earth, or sharp stones with an intensity of indifference that only grief can promote.

Bast's eyes were now the pale blue-white of lightning, his voice tight and fierce. "And I swear by the night and sky and the ever-moving moon: if you lead my master to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a puddle. I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.

the room grew unnaturally quiet. Kote stood with his back to the room, a stillness in his body and a terrible silence clenched between his teeth.

Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.

For all that, she lacked your fire.

I will break your heart over a fucking library card.

My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.