Intense Feelings Quotes

You like me, or you hate me. There's really no in between.

There is always some madness in love.

You become like a vampire when you're pregnant: your senses are so sensitive, and your emotions are so heightened - that helps with performance because you really feel things.

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.

For people who feel things in an enormous way, it's pretty hard to live in this world.

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise".

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .

When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

We think of first love as sweet and valuable, a blessed if hazardous condition.

People live for love. They kill for love. They die for love. They have songs, poems, novels, sculptures, paintings, myths, legends. It's one of the most powerful brain systems on Earth for both great joy and great sorrow.

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

I love you more than I think I should.

With 'Hannibal,' I just really want people to feel something.

I just can't feel lukewarm about a character. I either despise her, admire her, or don't understand her and want to understand her.

Passion paralyzes good taste.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

Love, as the poet says, is like the spring. It grows on you and seduces you slowly and gently, but it holds tight like the roots of a tree. You don't know until you're ready to go that you can't move, that you would have to mutilate yourself in order to be free. That's the feeling. It doesn't last, at least it doesn't have to. But it holds on like a steel claw in your chest. Even if the tree dies, the roots cling to you. I've seen men and women give up everything for love that once was.

I think people who are artists, actors, singers, great songwriters, they tend to have a hyper state of emotion where they feel things very, very deeply, probably more deeply than the average person walking down the street where it may affect them, but not to the same extent.

I like to be wild in passion and calculated in expression! I'm both. I like to be wild in passion more. But I think the balance is what's essential.

It's funny, I can sit through the worst horror film ever made but even a quite good romantic comedy can drive me nuts.

I like to be loved or hated - I don't like mediocre. So I'd rather have the entire crowd hate me than to have 90% hate me.