Quotes About Intensity

The ecstasy of seeing her versus the agony of losing her, a million births and a million deaths.

He gave me a look that would have made cancer apologize, then ran like hell.

You want to hear a story? Well, buckle the fuck up." From: What the Hell Did I Just Read

Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour de Fuck.

John looked at him and yelled, "What are you waiting for? Shoot him in the mouth!" The word "mouth" could not be heard over the gunshots.

NO!" he screamed at it. "No! Don't you see, you dumb son of a bitch? We don't want to kill you! Can you even hear me, you fucking animal? I will put this through your goddamned neck!

But in those first hours after you take it, your brain is tuned in like nothing you can imagine. Eyes like the Hubble telescope, sensing light that's not even on the spectrum. You might be able to read minds, make time stop, cook pasta that's exactly right every time.

John snatched the rebound, spun, jumped, slammed. He pumped his fist in victory. "Ring it up! Two hundred seventy-four to one thirty-seven!" In John's game, each shot is worth one hundred and thirty-seven points.

The guy next to him looked like he had covered his body in glue and rolled through a knife store. At the bottom of the feed was a logo that said "LEAGUE OF BADASS.

And have you ever heard the old human saying, 'I want to shoot you so bad, my dick's hard'?

My butt cheeks clenched to tightly that not even light could have escaped

Your story should open as a door to the reader, where the action has already begun and they have to run to keep up.

I was thinking..." "We know," Pedro said, "It was like sitting next to a pressure cooker

The shallow of the highs and the depths of the lows

Unrequited love is quantum romance

Either 100 percent commitment, totally unwavering devotion, or nothing at all.

Running has taught me that the pursuit of a passion matters more than the passion itself. Immerse yourself in something deeply and with heartfelt intensity—continually improve, never give up—this is fulfillment, this is success.

Stoker's smile was slow and terrible. 'You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?' He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. 'You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her.' He stepped to the edge of the rock. 'I love her enough to die for her.' And without another word, he disappeared over the edge of the rock and into the blackness of the sea.

The truth, dear reader, is that I was as ready for him as any filly ready for the stud. My blood thrummed whenever he came near, the air crackling between us like one of Galvani's electrical experiments. It was a mercy that we had not been alone in our train compartment on the journey back to London; otherwise, I suspect the urgent swaying of the conveyance would have proven too much for my increasingly limited self-control.

You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?" He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. "You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her." He stepped to the edge of the rock. "I love her enough to die for her.

Fury and devastation are fraternal twins.

What I love is the span between 'Action' and 'Cut'. What I do in that span is what I love about my job".

I'd rather die than live without passion.

Sometimes, the only way out is all in.