Intense Quotes

“I don't really like you, but I'm so good at acting as if I do that it's basically the same thing.”
― Lisa Scottoline, Every Fifteen Minutes

“What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.”
― Kasie West, The Distance Between Us

“I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.”
― Dark Jar Tin Zoo, Love Quotes for the Ages. Specifically Ages 19-91.

“The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“He motioned for Elpidio to sit down after watching him pace the room in circles. Elpidio pulled out a chair and admitted, 'I've messed up in more ways than I can count.”
― Carolyn M. Bowen, Legacy of Shadows: An International Crime Thriller

“Of course I need you. I go insane when I see you. You can do almost anything you wish with me. Is that what you want to hear? Almost, Dominique. And the things you couldn't make me do — you could put me through hell if you demanded them and I had to refuse you, as I would. Through utter hell, Dominique. Does that please you? Why do you want to know whether you own me? It's so simple. Of course you do. All of me that can be owned. You'll never demand anything else. But you want to know whether you could make me suffer. You could. What of it?" The words did not sound like surrender, because they were not torn out of him, but admitted simply and willingly. She felt no thrill of conquest; she felt herself owned more than ever, by a man who could say these things, know them to be true, and still remain controlled and controlling — as she wanted him to remain.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“No one else could share his quandary. His agonies were a mixture of shame, of loss fueled by profoundly rooted fury—solitary burdens he had carried with him like pockets of sorrow weighing him down, forcing him to become stronger. When the Devil was gnawing at him, he’d withstood the pain.”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“Routine had become rhythm. Rhythm had become identity.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

“A day shall come when time will stop, and the broken earth will be re-forged in the fires of creative power.”
― Jack Borden, The Lost City: An Epic YA Fantasy Novel

“t felt like stepping into a spa, or a dream, or a memory she hadn’t known she missed.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

“Her name wasn’t Jane. Not legally. But she wore it now like a uniform: plain, practical, invisible.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

“No man, no matter how smart or strong, can compete with a motivated woman.”
― J.K. Franko, Killing Johnny Miracle

“Karen was radiant in a beautiful blue gown. Even her mother, for once, had said so. “Not just pretty, honey—you reek of class. Like Princess Grace from Morocco,” she’d said, beaming at her daughter.”
― J.K. Franko, Killing Johnny Miracle

“From the start, I told you! We should’a just handled this ourselves. You should’ve handled it the way my daddy would’ve.” She paused, looking at Tom, and lowered her voice, “Just like Crockett.”
― J.K. Franko, The Trial of Joe Harlan Junior

“Black considered shooting him here. That idea lasted about a second. Thought about pushing the barrel through the man’s skull. That lasted a couple more.”
― William Kely McClung, Black Fire

“The caption reads, “Emperor Andon-Roon enjoys a surge in popularity after brokering a peace deal with Caderyn after twelve cycles of war.” For some reason this evokes strong emotions in her—deep sorrow, anger—and she stares at the screen transfixed, as if straining to find herself in the story.”
― Stephen Alder, Deehabta’s Song

“What is the nature of your emergency?”
“I was assaulted in the street,” Krissa responds.
“What is the location of the assault?”
“At my current coordinates.”
“Do you need medical attention?”
“No, but my attackers do.”
― Stephen Alder, Deehabta’s Song

“Insatiable is my desire for you,
Insane is my love you,
Limitless are my boundaries for you, True are my feelings for you,
Wildest are my imaginations for you, Intense is my passion for you,
Soul is my offering for you,
Commitment is my promise to you,”
― Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

“You were disrespectful to a god I follow,” Eufame said to Bonnyman. “I would protect him—”
“With your life,” Bonnyman said before Eufame could continue. “Guess what, ghost, you are already dead.”
“As are you, zombie” Eufame said.”
― Frank Lambert, Xyz

“I’m in this plot because you took my lot.”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“As Vice President of Acquisitions, Mr. Lang,” she asked. “Just what is it you are supposing to acquire?” At the very most, are you seeking a compliment in return? Of course, you are! Men are always hoping for what they seldom get.” With that, she reached up to kiss him on the cheek—the freight train of doom had passed him by on a parallel track. Doubt is good. It keeps the doors open to proof of promise. Is that why she had changed into that incredibly tantalizing little blue-black dress driving the Whaler bar crowd toward a frenzy?”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“ If they come—whoever they are—will sorely wish they hadn’t!”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“I love being reminded that existence itself is all about the tangling of souls.”
― Carolyn Mackler, Tangled

“Kasha didn't say a word as we ate. She sat with her back to us, staring at a mountain range far in the distance. Yorn and I made small talk about the birds, but my mind was on Kasha, wondering what she was thinking. She was the Traveler from Eelong. We needed her. Eelong needed her. Heck, Halla needed her. I wished I knew how to convince her of that. When she finally did speak, I was surprised at her question.
"How many territories are there?" she asked.
"Ten in all," I said. "At least that's what I've been told. They're all part of Halla."
"Explain to me what halla is," she said. It was an order more than a question. I didn't know why she suddenly had this interest, but if she was willing to listen, I was ready to talk.
"The way it was told to me, Halla is everything. Every time, every place, every person and creature that ever existed. It all still exists."
"And you understand that?" she asked.
"Well, not entirely," I answered honestly.
"But you're willing to risk your life and the lives of those around you to protect Halla from Saint Dane?"
Good question. I'd asked myself the same question more than once.
"I wasn't at first," I began. "Far from it. I didn't want any part of Travelers or flumes and especially of Saint Dane. But since then I've been to a bunch of territories and seen the evil he's capable of."
Kasha scoffed and said,"Evil? You're a fool, Pendragon. A tang is evil. What possible evil could a gar cause that's worse than that?"
"I'll tell you," I said. "He's killed more people than I want to count, all in the name of creating chaos. He fueled a war on Denduron and tried to poison all of Cloral. Then he nearly crushed three territories at once, my home territories of Earth. But each time the Travelers stopped him. Until Veelox. We failed on Veelox. An entire civilization is going to collapse, millions will die, all because we failed. And Saint Dane wil be there to pick up the pieces. Or step on them."
"It's all mildly interesting," she said calmly. "But like I said before, it has nothing to do with me. I don't care."
That's when I snapped. Okay, I admit, maybe I should have been cool, but Kasha's total lack of concern had finally gotten to me. I jumped to my feet and said, "Well, you'd better start!"
"It's all right, Pendragon," Yorn said calmly. "Relax."
"Relax?" I shouted, getting more amped up by the second. "Why? So I won't upset Kasha? She should be upset. People have died fighting Saint Dane. People I've loved, people she's loved." I looked right at Kasha and said, "You don't care? I'll tell you what I don't care about. I don't care that your life is a mess. Sorry, it's true. You've got way bigger problems coming, kitty cat. You want to pretend like none of this affects you? Fine. You're wrong. If we fail, Eelong will crumble and everything you care about will crash along with it. And whether you like it or not, you're a Traveler. So why don't you just grow up and accept it!”
― D.J. MacHale, Black Water

“The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.”
― John Fowles, The Collector

“It was always the pretty streets that hid the ugliest
stories. She’d learned that the hard way. ”
― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: SECRETS: A PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER

“Impressive," Court offered, gallantly bending to retrieve the shoe. "You should join the theater."
"Fuck you."
"I owed you that."
"Revenge is a dish best served with a side of handcuffs and a hard ass-fucking. Remember that."
Really is a dirty fighter. Goddamn.”
― Finn Marlowe, Forever in One Second

“Come any closer, I’ll blow your little soldier to bits.”
― Nancy Mangano, Deadly Decisions

“When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I’d meet my own Juliet. I’d marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The fact
that their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were dead
didn’t seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don’t think their
relationship could have survived. Let’s face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person’s nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it.”
― Annabelle Gurwitch, You Say Tomato, I Say Shut Up: A Love Story