One thing is sure, O comrades, that the love That fights to keep us rooted in the earth, But also urges us to dare the stars, This irresistible, this ancient power Wedged in the soul, unshakable, is the light That burns our roots and leaves us free for Space.
Sisters come before carpet burns and blisters.
Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.
Wine makes all things possible. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, The Mystery Knight A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Nothing burns like the cold. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Laughter is poison to fear.
George Burns was the father I never had
. . . I seem to want the things I can't have. Occasionally, when something is finally attainable, the chase appears to be over and the fire burns out.
Time burns but leaves no ashes.
The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing. . . is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But the more I write, the more I feel the force of the other urge, which collaborates with and completes the first one: the desire to know the Other from within him. To feel what it means to be another person. To be able to touch, if only for a moment, the blaze that burns within another human being.
There, where one burns books. . . one, in the end, burns men.
If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
Towering genius. . . thirsts and burns for distinction; and, if possible, it will have it, whether at the expense of emancipating slaves or enslaving freeman.
It's like holding a hot coal in your hand, it just burns you, it doesn't do me any good.
You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.
I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
I am singing now while Rome burns.
The light of genius is sometimes so resplendent as to make a man walk through life, amid glory and acclamation; but it burns very dimly and low when carried into "the valley of the shadow of death. " But faith is like the evening star, shining into our souls the more brightly, the deeper is the night of death in which they sink.
Normally what happens in a new presidency is the president has a big agenda, and Congress is full of people with human weaknesses. And so the president indulges the human weaknesses of members of Congress in order to pass his agenda. This time it's the other way around. Donald Trump does not have much of an agenda. Congress burns with this intense Republican agenda and so does Congress that has to put up with the human weaknesses of the president in order to get a signature on the things it desperately wants to pass.
Love is a fireIt burns everyoneIt disfigures everyoneIt is the world's excuse for being ugly.