Paula Pell Quotes

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

There are moments when our passions speak and decide for us ... like a fire kindled within our being to which everything else in us is mere fuel.

The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.

When you are in anger, in passion, violent, aggressive, you feel a crystallized ego within you. Whenever you are in love, in compassion, it is not there.

Loneliness doesn’t exist on any single plane of consciousness. It’s generally a low throb, barely audible, like the hum of a Mercedes engine in park, but every so often the demands of the highway call for a burst of acceleration, and the hum becomes a thunderous, elemental roar, and once again you’re reminded of what this baby’s carrying under the hood.

It is nevertheless a game of considerable passion, either of the explosive type, or that which burns inwardly and sears the soul.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

When a man is in love very little is enough to throw him into despair and as little to enhance his joy to the utmost.

Sometimes relationships are short, sometimes long, sometimes they're very deep and intense, and drama school is a hell of a learning curve.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

I love you more than I think I should.

The greater the emotional intensity, the greater the simplicity.

Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.

...I mean, you don't just love people, you must LOVE them with exclamation points.

In romantic comedies there's a certain ceiling and a floor that you can't necessarily love as hard, or hate as hard, or have as much pain, because you sink the shop of the romantic comedy. But in a certain drama, like some of the ones I've been doing, the ceiling and the floor was my own. And in many ways, that was a higher ceiling and a lower floor, so that was more of a band-with for those emotions.

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

Love heats my blood, blood spins my head, and my head falls in love.

And he wishes, in the cold quiet of his archer's heart, that he himself could feel the intensity of their reconciliations as strongly as he feels that of their battles.

All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are the melting ice of snow. All angels are close to the crying person.

I am a quiet man. I tend to think things through and try not to say too much. But here I am, saying perhaps too much. But there are these feelings inside me which need badly to escape, I guess. And this makes me feel relieved because one of my big concerns these past few years is that I've been losing my ability to feel things with the same intensity- the way I felt when I was younger. It's scary- to feel your emotions floating away and just not caring. I guess what's really scary is not caring about the loss.