Francesca Lia Block Quotes

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

She's intense and passionate, so she's perfect.

I love emotional, intense stuff; it's easier to grab onto than just being simple. Being simple and relaxed can be the hardest thing. It can be easier to get your hooks into something big.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

My passion and energy get mistaken for anger.

Intensity is so much more becoming in the young.

I don't want everything to be flowery perfection. I like it there to be a charge behind it, you know?

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Live shows are pretty much like the center of the storm... where the power comes from, the most raw experience. That's the juice. That's where we hit the hardest.

I hurt hard and I love hard.

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 am a very emotional guy. What I love, I do with all I have.

One must always love passionately.

I'm a very aggressive person. I'm really intense.

When I'm playing in the band, I'm sweating - giving 120 percent.

When we do, when we're playing physical and we're playing tight, playing with emotion, we play well.

We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent. We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre's castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return to at evening.

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

I was born for a storm and a calm does not suit me.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Pain is the fuel of passion - it energizes us with an intensity to change that we don't normally possess.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again.

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.