Intense Emotion Quotes

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.

There is no definition to love. It is a feeling.

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Fervor is the weapon of choice of the impotent.

There is a passion in you that scares me.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

Just the energy when I was sitting and watching the game, like the seats were shaking, fans were screaming. Just, I feel like I'll be ready to play in something like that when it's my time.

I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

Vehemence without feeling is but rant.

No player in NBA history has driven me crazier, night after night after NIGHT, than the Thunder storm that can be Russell Westbrook, No. 0.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.

The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

I loved him as we always love the first time: with idolatry and wild passion.

For words of rapture groping, they"Never such love," swore "ever before was!"

I stand entwined in fire on the inextinguishable bonfire of inconceivable love.

We're going to finally wrassle to the ground this gigantic orgasm that is just out of control.