Intense Quotes
When pain is intense, you are at a climax. You can then see the light of transcendence.
I have a love/pain relationship with her. Love that caused more pain and pain that changed me.
This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards,
The density of your destiny is the product of the mass of your visions and the volume your impacts occupy!
Yes. I really love you, Becky, and when you love someone that much, the pain and the pleasure is that much more intense. But forgiveness is a given.
I’m . . . accustomed to being alone. There are times when alone is the best place to be. I enjoy my own company.
The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.
If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.
His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.
Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should’ve been trained.But she wasn’t. She was regrettably human.
Each and every decision you make, regardless of its level of intensity, is vitally important as you seek to do God’s will.
Intense, sustained focus fuels manifestation.
His gaze was like that of the moon, and had a dark side which he never showed to anybody.
I remember the way his eyes pinned my body against the backdrop of Paris as if I was some rare butterfly pinned to an exhibit box.
What would yo do for a piece of forever? What would you do to love more, feel more, and live more?
Because I'm a monster, like my father before me and his father before him, and so on. There is no help for me.
He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.
It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.
Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.
Look.” He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.
His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.
His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.
Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.
