Quotes About Intensity

I was afraid that if she went on much longer, her fingers would scrape away my skin, rip my flesh, crush my bones. The pillow was damp with saliva, and I wanted to scream.

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this feeling that the air was tearing itself apart.

Às vezes era capaz de me fazer vomitar a mim próprio, a sério que sim.

Okay, well I think the programme is like being screamed at for an hour by a drunk with a strobe-light, but like I said--

Vivi ogni giorno come se fosse l'ultimo", di solito il consiglio era questo, ma chi aveva l'energia sufficiente per farlo? E se pioveva o eri di cattivo umore? Era poco pratico. Molto meglio cercare di essere coraggiosi e audaci e cambiare le cose in meglio. Non proprio il mondo, ma il pezzettino intorno a te. Coltiva le amicizia, non tradire i tuoi principi, vivi intensamente, appassionatamente. Un giorno

developmentally unhelpful families who have been able to leave the actual family home, but are unable to prevent the severity of their defenses from disrupting their adult friendships. In effect, Sandy carried such intense and powerful images of her family in her head that she reacted to others as if they were from her family of origin.

The smell of blood. The smell of sweat. The smell of tears. The smell of Algipan. You want to smell these smells for the rest of your life.

get like this sometimes—I get agitated when I feel

So then I started doing a lot of episodic TV, just car chases or helicopter chases or whatever.

rush, his palms are sweating

intensity of competence that crowds the throat with joy.

If it got any closer, I don't know if I could ever let you go. The most beautiful can be the most hazardous, the most vicious.

There was pure, ecstatic, fully-reciprocated lust, and that lust passion could be pure and beautiful—that she really wanted me, that I was the male body beautiful, her ultimate catch.

As Lincoln later told a friend, "I don't like to hear cut-and-dried sermons. No—when I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees!

Hugh and I have been together for so long that in order to arouse extraordinary passion, we need to engage in physical combat. Once, he hit me on the back of the head with a broken wineglass, and I fell to the floor pretending to be unconscious. That was romantic, or would have been had he rushed to my side rather than stepping over my body to fetch the dustpan.

One girl, Nic's friend, says how different the images are in our family's pictures and how intense each one is, but she says that Nic's heart leads into ventricles and my stream of chalk looks like a broken artery. Somehow I am crying. Nic's hand is on my shoulder.

Randomness, openness to accident and serendipity, spontaneity; artistic risk, emotional urgency and intensity, reader/viewer participation; an overly literal tone, as if a reporter were viewing a strange culture; plasticity of form, pointillism; criticism as autobiography; self-reflexivity, self-ethnography, anthropological autobiography; a blurring (to the point of invisibility)

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pain, though, was in his head. It was throbbing. Hot. If the feeling could be a colour, it would

Wrestling was more her kind of sport.

In heart-stoppingly* eye-wateringly* bum-clenchingly* measure.