For every time she shouted "Fire!" They only answered "Little liar!" And therefore when her aunt returned, Matilda, and the house, were burned.
It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand
The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black. . . No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation. . . No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . .
Only those who are being burned know what fire is like.
We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
Gettin' near the fire, chica, doesn't necessarily mmean you'll get burned.
No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned
It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.
I have no idea how long Putin will last. The good news is, Putin doesn't know either. It will be sudden and it won't be peaceful. He has burned his bridges.
If you have to be burned at the stake, be a good fellow and collect your own fire-wood.
I've burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand. Now I'll burn down the house of anyone who wants to follow me.
The Buddha compared anger with picking up hot coals with one's bare hands and trying to throw them at the person with whom one is angry. Who gets burned first? The one who is angry of course.
Playing with fire doesn't necessarily get you burned.
[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
When my reputation was at its height, classmates insulted me right to my face as I walked down the hall. When a teacher called on me, boys snickered and girls rolled their eyes. My body and face burned. I felt mortified. I contemplated suicide.
Fear is like fire; it can be helpful if you know how to use. If not, you'll get burned.
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.
With eternal faith in Him, set fire to the mountain of misery that has been heaped upon India for ages - and it shall be burned down.
Good mescaline comes on slow. The first hour is all waiting, then about halfway through the second hour you start cursing the creep who burned you, because nothing is happening. . . and then ZANG!