Quotes About Intensity

She's used to getting what she wants and seeing that she's not going to this time, she radiates a primal hate so pure that you could bottle it and sell it as napalm.

This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.

I'm sweating like a hog tap-dancing in a sauna.

The man who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.

such fickle days of love when pain and ecstasy share the same hour

The vitality of a human life can be measured by the intensity of one's desire. We know we are truly alive when we experience a drive for the "more" life. Human desire or longing is the source of our spiritual energy.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

You are a fever I am learning to live with.

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears.

Kissing degenerates into biting.

This boy, half-destroyed, screaming Drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. Henry, make something happen.

You have never experienced anything this ferocious or intentional with another person.

And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks, shut up I'm getting to it.

You were burned, you were about to burn, you're still on fire.

You could drown in those eyes

you're all I ever wanted / and worth dying for too

He hits you and he hits you and he hits you. Desire driving his hands right into your body.

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it

I'm going to drink his blood, I'm going to chew up his heart and spit it into the gutter for the dogs to raise a leg at. I'm going to peel the skin off him and rip out his veins and hang him with them.

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

Everybody feels oppressed during a Wagner performance. That is part of the appeal.