51 Intensity Quotes

The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.

Love! Beyond measure - beyond death - it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

In the theater, while you recognized that you were looking at a house, it was a house in quotation marks ... on screen, the quotation marks tend to be blotted out by the camera. The problem was to sustain at any cost the feeling you had in the theater that you were watching a real person, yes, but an intense condensation of his experience, not simply a realistic series of episodes. It isn't easy to do in the theater, but it's twice as hard in film.

I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, 'a long poem,' is simply a flat contradiction in terms. I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, transient. That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just... in between. I want the freedom to try everything.

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet.

You can see the walls roar See your brains on the floor Become God Become cripple Become funky

What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was so exclusive and capricious? The sould offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge? This love was tricky; it had no hard-and-fast rules- it might be given for free, as with Jamie, or earned through hard work, as with Ian, or completly and heartbreakingly inattainable, as with Jared. Or was it simply better somehow? because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

You basically have to trick yourself into incredible intensity to do this stuff, and I do a good job of pretending that I'm racing to save my mom from getting killed or my sister from being raped-some horrible thing that causes me to dig deep, like old-school 'Braveheart' s---. If you come into battle with that in your head, you're gonna be a different person than if you think you're just going out for a little swordfight. But when you do that for 10 years straight, it wears your a-- out. It's like crying wolf to yourself a million times. And at some point, you start to say, 'Why am I doing this?'

The biggest problem in designing equipment for Bruce was that he'd go through it so damn fast. I had to reinforce his wooden dummy with automobile parts so he could train on it without breaking it. I had started to build him a mobile dummy that could actually attack and retreat to better simulate 'live' combat, sadly Bruce died before the machine was built. It would have been strung up by big high-tension cables that I was going to connect between two posts, one on either side of his backyard. The reason for the machine was simply because no one could stand up to his full force punches and kicks, Bruce's strength and skill had evolved to a point where he had to fight machines.

We're best at the long high throws. Like when you take four or five steps and rip it- It's almost like a shotput approach, the steps, four or five quick, one over the other, kind of sideways-like-and then you slash away with that fucker, it's such a violent act, throwing that white thing, you're first cradling it to your breast and then you whip that fucker as hard as you can while keeping it level, keeping it straight, but otherwise with everything you can send with it you whip that fucker like it had blades on it and you wanted it to cut straight through the paperblue sky like a screen, rip through it and have it be blood and back space beyond.

It was the finest music of his life. If ever there was music that bleeds, this was it.

To be crushed in the winepress of passion.

The world is intense before becoming complex.

His pen squeaking like a demented wren as he wrote copious notes.

She stood there, solemn, almost terrible, transfixing him with her great blazing eyes.

Really needs to be played loud enough to start a civil defence alert.

'The only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud.' - From 'Overkill'.

'It's that goddamned motherfucking 'Machine Gun.''

'It's better to burn out than to fade away.' - 'My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)', quoted by Kurt Cobain in his suicide note.

It's like a lightsaber, on fire.

'This is a physical game. You have to play with a lot of emotion and a lot of intensity. I'm a competitor, so I do whatever it takes to win.'

I had long known that there was something about me that was either violent or frightening for some reason. In certain three-sided clothing store images I had for some years come upon myself, with shock and disbelief, regret, and shame, disappointment and despair, for I am indeed clearly violent, mad, and ugly, all because of intensity of some kind, a tension, an obsession with getting everything that there was to be got, a passion, an insanity.

You've got to pretty much put the pedal to the medal.

Per caputque pedesque.

Yes... VIOLENCE!

Rock: Finally, The Rock has come back to New Jersey! Just as sure as for the very 1st time, Kevin Kelly, the rock stepped right is this Arena and called you an ugly hermaphrodite, is as sure as this Sunday night at Armageddon, The Rock will be in hell, in a cell. This is gonna be the most brutal match The Rock has ever been in. The dangerous-est match The Rock has ever been in. The Hell-in-a-cell. And it doesn't matter Kevin Kelly what you call it. Whether it's called a Hell-in-a-cell, or rage-in-the-cage, painus-in-your-anus, the only thing that matters is that The Rock is going in this sunday night to do exactly what he does best. And thats layeth the smackdown and get back The Rocks WWF Title. And the fact of the matter is this, is that The Rock knows, this Sunday night he's got his work cut out for him. The Rock knows he's got 5 other guys he's gotta compete with, and even it The Rock's gotta beat Kurt Angle, which means - - (Mocking Kurt Angle) I'mm gonna drink a big glass of milk! Have some chocolate cookies, and maybe have 3 viagra! (Normal Voice) Or maybe The Rock's gotta face Rikishi, beat Rikishi! (Imitating Rikishi) I did it for the rock. I did it for the people. I did it for - - (Normal Voice) Oh, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU THONG-WEARIN' FATTY! Or maybe, The Rock's gotta beat the Undertaker, the American Bad-Ass. Beat him so bad that one more time he'll rise up - - (imitating undertaker) Rest... In... Peace......... ('Fainting' but rising, and speaking in his normal voice) or maybe The Rock's gotta beat Triple-H himself - - (Imitating HHH) Which means-ah... He's gotta beat The Game-ah... In the middle of the Ring-ah... And he has a 2-dollar s*** for a wife-ah...... (Normal Voice) Or maybe The Rock, has gotta to beat - - (Wearing Stone-Cold Steve Austin's hat, and speaking with his southern accent) Stone Cold Steve Austin, which means, I gotta get in, I gotta get in my Pick-up truck, drink some Steve-Weiser, listen to some Backstreet Boys... (silence) ... and That's the bottom Line, 'cuz the Great One said so! (Normal Voice) And one more thing, this Sunday night at Armageddon, The Rock's gotta do all he can to win the WWF Title, IF YA SMEEEEEEEEEEELL......... WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'!

'You gotta eat lightning and crap thunder!'

'And that's Jaska, one crazy son-of-a-BIATCH!'

I'll be arriving at the last possible minute and walking on stage raging and pillaging and then disappearing immediately afterwards.

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

I have never been a celibate. If people believe so, that is their foolishness. I have always loved women - and perhaps more women than anybody else. You can see my beard: it has become grey so quickly because I have lived so intensely that I have compressed almost two hundred years into fifty.

I once got engaged to his daughter Honoria, a ghastly dynamic exhibit who read Nietzsche and had a laugh like waves breaking on a stern and rockbound coast.

she cried in a voice that hit me between the eyebrows and went out at the back of my head.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.

'Your telling me, Stone Cold Steve Austin turns up the voltage, you don't wanna be my friend no more.' (To Jim Ross)

A dripping wet canvas covered the entire floor. ... There was complete silence. ... Pollock looked at the painting. Then, unexpectedly, he picked up can and paint brush and started to move around the canvas. It was as if he suddenly realized the painting was not finished. His movements, slow at first, gradually became faster and more dance like as he flung black, white, and rust colored paint onto the canvas. He completely forgot that Lee and I were there; he did not seem to hear the click of the camera shutter. ... My photography session lasted as long as he kept painting, perhaps half an hour. In all that time, Pollock did not stop. How could one keep up this level of activity? Finally, he said 'This is it.'