#intensity

The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality. ↗

— Marya Mannes

#curse #diminishes #dreams #end #expectation

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#balance #harmony #intensity #matter #order

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#air #august #din #every #fury

Intensity is so much more becoming in the young. ↗

— Joanne Woodward

#intensity #more #much #young

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#gaze #intensity #intimidating #love #overwhelming

I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#good #intensity #love #marriage #spouse

I think it matters almost infinitely that we practice one of the authentic religions. But if you mean does it make any difference which. The answer is no, as long as each is followed with equal intensity, sincerity, dedication. ↗

— Huston Smith

#answer #any #authentic #dedication #difference

Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them like Paul Revere, awakening feelings that gather into great armies. ↗

— Mark Helprin

#intensity #laughter #loneliness #lonely-people #funny

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado’s intensity doesn’t abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and everything, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love with happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a woman. This is where it all began, and where it all ended. Almost. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#intensity #love #monumental #tornado #life

To revolt is a natural tendency of life. Even a worm turns against the foot that crushes it. In general, the vitality and relative dignity of an animal can be measured by the intensity of its instinct to revolt. ↗

— Mikhail Bakunin

#animal #crushes #dignity #even #foot