Quotes About Intensity

What distinguishes torture from masochism? In torture, the intensity of the assault on the self can be more severe, limitlessly so. But this isn't the key difference. What really matters is choice. There are no safe words in torture. To voluntarily obliterate one's self, temporarily and under situations of control, is one thing, and it can be blissful.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

Seriously. All those times I said I hated you? I didn't. I realise that now. That hate was nothing. It was a microscopic semen stain on the hotel mattress of life. But this hate I feel now is so much more. It's bukkake-level compared to what came before.

The emotional tone or affect of the tale should be hot and engaged, not remote and dispassionate.

She was a whirlpool, she was a whirlpool, And I very nearly drowned.

Binge writers are also binge readers and binge statisticians.

Cops and firemen are, without doubt, the horniest bastards on the planet.

As an artist, you reach for the pen that's full of blood.

Rocher was on the floor, crawling on her stomach toward Jate's feet. "I love you...," she kept repeating, in a demonic whisper. "I have to show you... my butt.

Love was like death that way.

All desire, Tracy had had occasion since to think, is to some degree monstrous.

It is unforgiving of weakness

He felt the Emperor's eyes on him, the intensity of the gaze, the weight of his expectations, and Vader knew that the day's events had been only half about depleting a rebel movement before it could grow. They had also, as Vader had suspected, been about testing him, forcing him to face the ghosts of his past and exorcise them forever and fully.

Passions are power. – Darth Malgus

People with BPD feel all emotions intensely, not just anger.

J'ai la fureur d'aimer. Mon cœur si faible est fou. (...) Qu'y faire ? Ah, laisser faire!

What we need, we, is fixedness intense, Unequalled effort, strife that shall not cease

J'ai l'extase et j'ai la terreur d'être choisi.

I was falling in love, and it was wonderful, and it was awful.

They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest

And just when the song reached its highest pitch, I looked across the blazing circle and saw Kibii. We had always

He had writing the way other people had religion

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do.

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?