intense

If you__e supposed to work with someone, I__ recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was __ense.

The thing that I__ most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

I__ . . . accustomed to being alone. There are times when alone is the best place to be. I enjoy my own company.

The war has changed you, too, Caroline. Your faith is stronger, your compassion deeper, your love more intense than ever before. It's as if all the qualities I saw in you and fell in love with have been refined and purified.

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

The density of your destiny is the product of the mass of your visions and the volume your impacts occupy!

I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.

I missed talking to you, and playing with you, and touching you, and seeing you smile. I missed just _ sitting next to you. I__e never missed anyone or anything that much

i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.

This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards,

life - your gunna meet some two faced people, some bosses that make your soul cringe, some places you wished you'd never walked into... But then you'll grow, you'll learn that your gut instinct isn't nieve, your boss can ' fuck it' because your dreams are more important and the places you walked into unaware of chaos, will bring you to places of perfect peace. Hold on, the struggle won't last forever.

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.

Writing fluency sometimes needs an intense agony somewhere in your mind

I have a love/pain relationship with her. Love that caused more pain and pain that changed me.

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,

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.

In today's world hunger for sanity seems to be more intense than our hunger for food.

Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life.