Quotes About Intensity

That's it, cupcake. You're going down.

Nothing like ADHD and a good fight to the death to make time fly

You... The centaur's eyes flared like a cornered animal's. You should be dead.

The guy had literally been through hell and back. Even when he wasn't trying, he made the toilets explode. What would Percy be like if he wanted to act scary?

If I'm going to burn, I might as well burn bright. This is for Jason.

Imagine jumping into a pit of boiling acid. Now multiply that pain times fifty. -Percy

During their separation, something had happened to Annabeth's feelings. They'd grown painfully intense-like she'd been forced to withdraw from a life-saving medication. Now she wasn't sure which was more excruciating-living with that horrible absence, or being with him again.

Her eyes were puffy from crying , but she managed to say he was the bravest friend I've ever had. He... Then she saw me. Her face went blood red. He's right there!

You're a stalker with hooves.

You get angry, you punch someone in the face. Simple. Direct. Bloody. Fun!

Pizza! Hockey! Destroy! -Cal

Pain is the fuel of passion — it energizes us with an intensity to change that we don't normally possess. C. S. Lewis said, "Pain is God's megaphone." It is God's way of arousing us from spiritual lethargy. Your problems are not punishment; they are wake-up calls from a loving God. God is not mad at you; he's mad about you, and he will do whatever it takes to bring you back into fellowship with him.

These were ideal conditions for the creation of his magnum opus, and Ramsay was hammering on the Remington's keys and shuttling its carriage with abandon, fuelled by nothing more than Lipton's tea and a tin of cocaine throat pastilles that he'd cadged off one of the dancers at the Sphinx.

Theo wondered if those people who were destined to die young had some kind of premonition of the shortness of the hours and that gave their life an intensity, a seriousness like a shadow.

Half delirious, I slipped my hands around Whit's thick neck. The second Idid he got confident.His mouth moved over mine in a rough, unpracticed, awkward back-and-forth motion, so fast it was as if he was trying to create fire with our lips.

Evan stopped completely. He was staring at her with those intense eyes. Staring right into her. Just like he had in those couple of moments when she had thought for a split second, that he wanted to kiss her.

The persistence of the infatuation lent it an aspect of genuineness. The hopelessness of it colored it with the lofty tones of a great passion

I shall bury the blade in your skull, just above your right eye. That's what I love about you. Your precision.

I remember, in hot floods, the way he slept, still as death, with his face washed flat, stony as a carved tomb and exquisite. His weakness and his ravening bitter needs were terrible, and beautiful, and irresistible as an earthquake. He scalded or smothered anyone he needed, but his needing and the hurt that it caused me were the most life I have ever had. Remember what a poor thing I have always been and forgive me.

I knew what he felt. The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey.

What she really wanted [...] was [...] to experience every emotion to the limit so she could go beyond every limit.

Intense sexual desire is the best thing in the world.

Chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life.