Burn Quotes

#1. Don't make someone burn, and then try to douse the flames with the things you should have done. Those regrets are gasoline not water. #Quote by Tarryn Fisher

#2. (Watching her) was a little like watching water lilies; rather more like smelling a dinner he was not allowed to eat. Was it possible to be starved for so long as to forget the taste of food, for the pangs of hunger to burn out like ash? It seemed so. But both the pleasure and the pain were his heart's secret, here. He was put in mind, suddenly, of the soil at the edge of a recovering blight; the weedy bedraggled look of it, unlovely yet hopeful. Blight was a numb gray thing, without sensation. Did the return of green life hurt? Odd thought. #Quote by Lois McMaster Bujold

#3. I want you to promise me something. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it will cause problems. Even if you're scared it will burn your life to the ground. You say it, and you say it loud. And then you go from there.... #Quote by Mark Sloan

#4. Morrow's rush of disgust, temporary as it might prove, had nothing to do with the truths-turned-insults flung out. No. What riled Morrow ran far deeper - was the sheer perversity of Chess's own nature, that unbreakable wilfulness he'd always revered in himself, as sign and source of his own freedom. His stark refusal ever to be bound, to obey aught but his own whim and want.

Because while he could walk free and hold a gun Chess Pargeter answered to no man - no man, no law, no damn body, motherfucker. No ideal, no cause, no force but sheer chaos, bound and determined to move unimpeded and burn for the sake of burning. To never submit himself to ghost or hex or priest or even God, 'less he damn well wanted to.

No man except Ash Rook, that was - for a time. And after this last betrayal, from now on... not even him.

'Course not, Morrow's anger spoke back, unimpressed by Chess's well-tuned inner litany. That's 'cause you're nothing but a brat who never grew up - a skillet-hopping little hot-pants who knows everything 'bout killing and nothing at all 'bout living. Who spits on friendship, duty and honour not 'cause he's above them, so much as 'cause he don't know what they even mean - same way you don't really grasp how anything's real, 'cept if you want it, or it hurts you. And that's why you ended up givin' everything you had to a man who skinned you alive, then left you stranded down in Hell - 'cause he was what you wanted, and Christ forbid Ches #Quote by Gemma Files

#5. Hold hands with the devil until you are both over the bridge.
Or kill the devil and burn the bridge so no one can get to you. #Quote by Kiersten White

#6. The night Kate Harker decided to burn down the school chapel, she wasn't angry or drunk. She was desperate. #Quote by V.E Schwab

#7. Apollo had said he knew what this kind of love was capable of. And I finally understood why Paris had risked his country and his blood for Helen. Selfish, yes, but I understood. I would burn the world if that meant Alex would be safe. #Quote by Jennifer L. Armentrout

#8. A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle.
"It's a place for burying dead folk," I say.
Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?"
"Don't people die in space?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary? #Quote by Patrick Ness

#9. A lot of people these days are too ambitious; their sights are set too high at the start and they end up diving in too deep, quitting their day job too soon. They move to Vegas or wherever, make an all-or-nothing commitment before they're ready, and burn out. #Quote by Phil Ivey

#10. I personally think the best ideas for TV shows - at least comedies - are very low-fi ideas. High concepts often sell pitches in movies and TV, but, especially in TV when you're talking about hopefully a 100 or 150 episode proposition, those concepts just burn off, and then you're stuck with nothing. #Quote by Michael Schur

#11. Don't hide your mistakes, 'Cause they'll find you, burn you - "Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace #Quote by Karen Marie Moning

#12. yes, I have feelings
and no, I'm not afraid of them
not even the shadowy ones
that you'd rather ignore
i gather them in
welcome them home
give them space to breathe
and light them on glorious fire
just to see
what might be illuminated
while they burn #Quote by Jeanette LeBlanc

#13. I knew that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be eternally grateful for falling down the stairs and knocking myself unconscious. Smartest dumbest thing I'd ever done. #Quote by Erin McCarthy

#14. Mountains, a moment's earth-waves rising and hollowing; the earth too's an ephemerid; the stars -
Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in their summer, they spiral
Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing lives long, the whole sky's
Recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf before birth, and the gulf
After death is like dated: to labor eighty years in a notch of eternity is nothing too tiresome,
Enormous repose after, enormous repose before, the flash of activity.
Surely you never have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue and epilogue merely
To the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is called life? I fancy
That silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; interjection, a jump of the breath at that silence;
Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure says "Ah!" but the treasure's the essence:
Before the man spoke it was there, and after he has spoken he gathers it,
inexhaustible treasure. #Quote by Robinson Jeffers

#15. With swimming, I burn a lot of calories. I'm able to eat pretty much anything and it won't affect me. But I don't. #Quote by Ryan Lochte

#16. To stop us reading forbidden books they will have to burn every manuscript. But to stop us thinking forbidden thoughts they will have to cut off our heads. #Quote by Philippa Gregory

#17. Be a witch they cannot burn. #Quote by Nichole McElhaney

#18. Like a lost satellite, I hovered around your orbit, with the knowledge that at anytime I might fall into your gravitational pull and willingly burn into your atmosphere. #Quote by A.J. Garces

#19. a
world
where all

human beings
are taken care of

shouldn't be called

a "revolutionary"
way of life

& yet
it is.

-burn #Quote by Amanda Lovelace

#20. There's an art to life. Some people have talent for it. A boundless hope illuminates them. Where others are vague and tentative, they have only sharp, clear edges. Energy soars; lights burn brighter when they enter a room. #Quote by Kathleen Tessaro

#21. Being a mother is more exhausting than working, and sometimes I push myself too hard and burn myself out. I can appreciate how exhausting it must be for women who have to do everything themselves all the time. #Quote by Salma Hayek

#22. I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library. #Quote by William Shakespeare

#23. I wanted to burn her, the wicked witch. #Quote by Fyodor Sologub

#24. Tears do not burn except in solitude. #Quote by Emil M. Cioran

#25. Hate is self-inflicted torture. It hungers for revenge, damage, division, and violence, but is never satiated. Hate is a psychological hell to which we condemn ourselves and endeavor to burn others. #Quote by Steve Maraboli

#26. What poor, deluded fools these human beings are! Won't they ever learn? Of course, today they seem to do everything at a much faster rate of speed than we did in our day. They get born faster. They live faster. They eat faster. They burn out faster. But what do they gain? And you tell me that all of them can now read and write! But what do they read and what do they write? And are they any better at living in peace with each other than we were? Do they love each other any the better? Let me put it even more simply. Do they treat each other with any greater decency and tolerance than we did in our own time, when we were forever slaughtering each other for some opinion which was mere guesswork and probably always would remain so, and yet caused one half of humanity to send the other half to the gallows and the stake - and for what?...I am sorry, but even today, I don't quite know for what! #Quote by Hendrik Willem Van Loon

#27. they simply couldn't tell me that they didn't have a cigarette. they had to give me their pitch, their religion: cigarettes were for cubes. they were going to Malibu, to some seeming loose and easy shack in Malibu and burn a bit of grass. they remind me, in a sense, of old ladies standing on a corner selling "The Watchtower." the whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. this pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. it's no wonder they keep getting busted – they can't use the stuff quietly for their pleasure; they have to make it KNOWN that they are members. #Quote by Charles Bukowski

#28. Isn't it surprising what an array of things a woman can drag forth, burrowing into attics, rooms and nooks! Things long out of mind; an old thing; a worn-out thing; but it has lain in that room, nook or bag until just such a riot of soap and scrubbing brush brings it out. And, as I think of it, a human mind could, and should go through just such a ransacking, occasionally; for you don't know half of what an accumulation of rubbish is kicking about, in its dark, musty corridors. Old fashions in thoughts; bigotry; vanity; all lying stagnant. So why not drag out and sort all that stuff, discarding all which is of no valuation? About half of us will find, in our minds, a room, having on its door a card, saying: "It Was Not So In My Day." Go at that room, right off. That "My Day" is long past. "Today" is boss, now. If that "My Day" could crawl up on "Today," what a mix-up in World affairs would occur! Ox cart against aircraft; oil lamps against arc lights! Slow, mail information against radio! But, as all this stuff is laid out, what will you do with it? Nobody wants it. So I say, burn it, and tomorrow morning, how happy you will find that musty old mind! #Quote by Ernest Vincent Wright

#29. Schedules are impossible to me. I am excited to be on tour, but there are instances when I wish that I wasn't managed. The shows are fun, but six hour drives burn me out. #Quote by Jack Johnson

#30. Every time he said those words it was like a supernova of joy exploding inside me. I just didn't yet know that supernovas burn so brightly because a catastrophe is taking place. That lesson would come later. #Quote by David Clawson

#31. If you're down to 6% body fat, which I've done before, you burn out really quickly. Like, in a couple hours, you're pretty much done, and then you're useless. #Quote by Daniel Wu

#32. Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason! #Quote by Bryant McGill

#33. Moths and other nocturnal insects navigate by the moon and stars. Those heavenly bodies are useful for them to find their way, even though they never get far from the surface of the earth. But lightbulbs and candles send them astray; they fly into the heat or the flame and die. For these creatures, to arrive is a calamity. When activists mistake heaven for some goal at which they must arrive, rather than an idea to navigate Earth by, they burn themselves out, or they set up a totalitarian utopia in which others are burned in the flames. Don't mistake a lightbulb for the moon, and don't believe that the moon is useless unless we land on it. After all those millennia of poetry about the moon, nothing was more prosaic than the guys in space suits stomping around on the moon with their flags and golf clubs thirty-something years ago. The moon is profound except when we land on it. Paradise #Quote by Rebecca Solnit

#34. Some models of self-control are able to achieve their serenity easily because the soul fires never burn brightly to begin with. #Quote by Joseph J. Ellis

#35. Andras Riedlmayer described a colleague who survived the siege of Sarajevo. In the winter, the scholar and his wife ran out of firewood, and so began to burn their books for heat and cooking. 'This forces one to think critically,' Riedlmayer remembered his friend saying. 'One must prioritize. First you burn old college textbooks, which you haven't read in thirty years. Then there are the duplicates. But eventually, you're forced to make tougher choices. Who burns today: Dostoevsky or Proust?' I asked Riedlmayer if his friend had any books left when the war was over. 'Oh yes,' he replied, his face lit by a flickering smile. 'He still had many books. Sometimes, he told me, you look at the books and just choose to go hungry. #Quote by Matthew Battles

#36. Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings. #Quote by Heinrich Heine

#37. Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold! #Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#38. I don't think I really have any wisdom. Stay out of trouble. Good luck. Stay away from women because they will burn you, haha. #Quote by Jason Aldean

#39. Hey, I am sorry that I am not like other people... I don't say things like, "let's let go of each other now and if we are meant to be, we will be in the end" and things like "if god leads us to it, he will lead us through it." If that's the kind of person you're looking for... well that's not me. I don't love that way. If I loved someone living in the pits of hell, I would go into those pits of hell and I would embrace that person right there in hell. That is how I love. And I would try to bring him out of hell, but first I would burn with him in it. So that is why saying something nice to me like, "let's love one day when it's proper to love" just isn't going to cut it. It doesn't reach me in my soul, because the way my soul loves is different. I don't love like people love. If one day you are burning in hell, I wouldn't say, "look at that bad man in hell!" but I would say "how do I get in there?" So you see... I am very different. #Quote by C. JoyBell C.

#40. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there. #Quote by Mark Sloan

#41. Prosecutors insist they are mounting a "thorough investigation," which sometimes means thorough and sometimes, historically, has meant long enough to let the fire burn down in an incendiary case. A thorough investigation is fine; an interminable one is disgraceful. #Quote by Anna Quindlen

#42. If you put your hand into a fire, does anyone have to tell you to move it? Do you have to decide? No: When your hand starts to burn, it moves. You don't have to direct it; the hand moves itself. In the same way, once you understand, through inquiry, that an untrue thought causes suffering, you move away from it. #Quote by Byron Katie

#43. But that was the most dangerous part, as well as the most alluring. She wanted to feel him take her to that edge. The edge where life met death, where colour met the absence of it, where light met the darkness. She wanted him to bring her to this brink, and she wanted him to let her fall. Why? She longed for self-destruction. She longed to let him show her his darkest, so that she could save him. She had the delusion, no...she was disillusioned. She knew the truth. She also knew that loving him and wanting to save him, to be some sick twisted heaven sent angel was her truest wish. She knew that she could do no saving. She couldn't even save herself, how could she save someone else?

She wanted to encapture his heart. She wanted to destroy it, and she wanted to burn him down. Why? So she could watch him as he writhed in the ashes, and became something new. She wanted to watch him rebirth himself in those flames and ashes, like a pheonix would. Why would she want this of him? Why...because she simply could. She wanted to destroy their love, him and her along with it. She wanted to savor it forever. Some beast inside her, wanted nothing more than their destruction, so that it could smile in that darkness. That darkness within her, wanted him like nothing else could matter. She would die for his darkness, so she could bring him to the light. However, she was far from the light herself. She wanted to trade herself in for someone better than she was. She wanted to give hi #Quote by Jennifer Megan Varnadore

#44. All they could do was flutter their fans and bat their eyes. The matchmaker Mother hired bragged that they were perfect porcelain dolls. What she didn't say was they had no minds of their own." Shang grimaced at the memory without looking at her. "They'd say anything to make me like them."
How familiar that sounds. Mulan put her hands on her hips. "Not all girls are like that. You have to look at it from their perspective, too. Girls are raised to be pretty and graceful, and quiet." She made a face. "They aren't allowed to speak their minds, and they don't have a choice in who they marry. My parents were lucky that they fell in love, but their marriage was arranged, too. And my mother, she doesn't even belong to her family anymore after they got married. It wasn't my mother's decision, but her family's. They told her that a woman's only role in life is to bear sons."
Shang leaned forward. "You sound quite passionate about this."
His closeness made Mulan hunch back. Remembering who she was pretending to be, she felt her cheeks burn. "I just... I mean, I bet there are some girls who'd make better soldiers than boys. If they were given the chance."
"A female soldier? That's the craziest thing I've heard."
"Girls can be strong, too."
"Not like us, Ping."
Mulan hid a smile. "You'd be surprised. #Quote by Elizabeth Lim

#45. Do you see what we've got? An unshakable kingdom! And do you see how thankful we must be? Not only thankful, but brimming with worship, deeply reverent before God. For God is not an indifferent bystander. He's actively cleaning house, torching all that needs to burn, and he won't quit until it's all cleansed. God himself is Fire! #Quote by Eugene H. Peterson

#46. That was magic, sweetest." The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. "Did she think it a wave of the hands? A slip of the tongue?" A kiss upon her skin. She could see the woman reaching out and taking her in hand, kissing each finger as though they were her possessions. Then it was gone. Charlotte blinked. The woman had not stirred. "Not all things are so simple. I was he and he was me and I took your poison into myself, and made it his. All things join beneath the earth. I burned, then so did he. More will burn. Come hair or wool, more will burn. #Quote by Chris Galford

#47. Every burn on my body has had its own different personality. And all of them needed different things. #Quote by Hannah Storm

#48. Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a force I couldn't control, a tiny thread that tethered my soul to his. With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical. His hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around his wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed. His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.

"Kiss you now?" he asked.

I couldn't speak; a wilted no was my reply.

His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#49. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers. #Quote by John Steinbeck

#50. Captain John Sheridan: I wish I had your faith in the universe. I just don't see it.
Delenn: Then I will tell you a great secret, Captain. Perhaps the greatest of them all. The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make up this station , and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are starstuff. We are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out. And as we have both learned, sometimes the universe requires a change of perspective. #Quote by J. Michael Straczynski

#51. No guinea of earned money should go to rebuilding the college on the old plan just as certainly none could be spent upon building a college upon a new plan: therefore the guinea should be earmarked "Rags. Petrol. Matches." And this note should be attached to it. "Take this guinea and with it burn the college to the ground. Set fire to the old hypocrisies. Let the light of the burning building scare the nightingales and incarnadine the willows. And let the daughters of educated men dance round the fire and heap armful upon armful of dead leaves upon the flames. And let their mothers lean from the upper windows and cry, "Let it blaze! Let it blaze! For we have done with this 'education! #Quote by Virginia Woolf

#52. Listen.

When the wind blows
all your candles out, when the stars
turn to plumes of smoke,
when your mother makes you watch
as the matches burn out in her eyes,

Let me hold your hand, your skin,
the stones you've swallowed in your sleep.

Let me
slip your soul out of your skin
so you can sleep in my palms
for tonight. #Quote by Shinji Moon

#53. She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you to burn the flag, wave it. If they ask you to murder, re-create. Theorem, anti-theorem, corollary, anti-corollary. Underline it twice. It's all there in the numbers. Listen to your mother. Listen to me, Joshua. Look me in the eyes. I have something to tell you. #Quote by Colum McCann

#54. There [Haiti] were also leaders like Jean-Jacques Dessalines, whose motto was, "Cut their heads off, burn their houses." #Quote by Edwidge Danticat

#55. These days, young men seemed to flirt with love rather than burn with it. #Quote by Violet Winspear

#56. Savannah moved gracefully, going directly across the darkened street, heading for the shadows of the square. She was very much aware of Gregori still close to her, his body protective. For a moment she thought he brushed her shoulder with his hand, the sensation was so real, but when she turned her head, he was several feet behind.
Go, ma petite, take Gary to the house.Do not allow the neighbors to see either of you.And place the safeguards carefully.
What about you?
There is no safeguard I cannot unravel. Go now. This time, there was so mistake. He was four feet away, already turning away from her, but she felt his mouth burning possessively on hers, lingering for just a moment, his tongue tracing the curve of her lip. She couldn't believe he could make her want him, burn for him, when he was going off into the night alone to fight their enemies.
The night has always been mine, Savannah.Do not waste your time worrying about me. #Quote by Christine Feehan

#57. Listen to me," he said, his voice even and intense, "and listen well, because I'm only going to say this once. I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn't like you, I lusted for you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is. And if I hear one more word of nonsense from your lips, I'm going to have to tie you to the bloody bed and have my way with you a hundred different ways, until you finally get it through your silly skull that you are the most beautiful and desirable woman in England, and if everyone else doesn't see that, then they're all bloody fools. #Quote by Julia Quinn

#58. Darling, it is
your darkness
where I want
my body to be
buried. You burn me
at both ends, send
the geese bumping
within my skin. #Quote by Kevin Young

#59. [Stice's] parents had met and fallen in love in a Country/Western bar in Partridge KS - just outside Liberal KS on the Oklahoma border - met and fallen in star-crossed love in a bar playing this popular Kansas C/W-bar-game where they put their bare forearms together and laid a lit cigarette in the little valley between the two forearms' flesh and kept it there till one of them finally jerked their arm away and reeled away holding their arm. Mr. and Mrs. Stice each discovered somebody else that wouldn't jerk away and reel away, Stice explained. Their forearms were still to this day covered with little white slugs of burn-scar. They'd toppled like pines for each other from the git-go, Stice explained. They'd been divorced and remarried four or five times, depending on how you defined certain jurisprudential precepts. When they were on good domestic terms they stayed in their bedroom for days of squeaking springs with the door locked except for brief sallies out for Beefeater gin and Chinese take-out in little white cardboard pails with wire handles, with the Stice children wandering ghostlike through the clapboard house in sagging diapers or woolen underwear subsisting on potato chips out of econobags bigger than most of them were, the Stice kids. The kids did somewhat physically better during periods of nuptial strife, when a stony-faced Mr. Stice slammed the kitchen door and went off daily to sell crop insurance while Mrs. Stice - whom both Mr. Stice and The Darkness cal #Quote by David Foster Wallace

#60. My teens and 20s were spent lying on sheets of tinfoil in the weak English sun, covered in baby oil. In Greece and France I would burn, then turn a dark brown. #Quote by Jane Green

#61. You would have me burn your enemies for the glory of your kingdom, little fleck? In a thousand years Tadroth will be only a legend. In two thousand, even the legend will be forgotten. When you and all you make are dust in a grave, only I will remain. Why should I care how many kings rule this land for a season? Why should I care if your Serian lives or dies? #Quote by David G. Hartwell

#62. Well if you would like to climb your pretty ass up on the kitchen table, I'd be more than obliged to eat you." -Daxton, In spades

The only one thing that I knew for sure, I was drawn to Daxton much like a moth to a flame and I welcomed the burn. -Avalynn, In Spades #Quote by K. Pinson

#63. The media has told you for decades that the key to a leaner body is a low-fat diet and that saturated fats are the cause of heart disease. Both of those assertions are wrong. Fat, including saturated fat, is essential to your health and, as it turns out, to building a lean, strong body. To access the fat stored in your body for energy, you need to consume fat in your meals, so your body can then burn stored fat for energy. Dietary fat is also crucial in helping your body absorb fat-soluble vitamins, such as vitamins A, S, E, and K. And #Quote by Melissa Joulwan

#64. All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute what I feel for you to the mil­lionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine," Merripen said to Win. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#65. i wonder where you are right now
what are you doing?
what are you thinking about?

is it me
and what we used to be?
or is it someone else again?

do i ever cross your mind?
do you think about me now when i'm not there?
did you think about me when i was?

i wonder what we could have been
would there have been evenings by the fireplace
as you read to me?

or the candle light dinners on our balcony
because it was your last minute surprise?

would there have been long walks in central park on valentine's day evening?
or just any other night you wanted an excuse to hold my hand?

would there have been movie nights
after cancelling on that boring party we planned?

would there still have been a me and you
if i hadn't made you feel blue?

did i burn the bridge we found home at?
was i really such a brat?

then i'm sorry, i always say
but you didn't hear it as you walked away #Quote by Renesmee Stormer

#66. What we have here, min skat, exists solely because of the two of us. I told you that we burn; well the radiance of that great conflagration is like a shield banishing darkness. This little bubble of perfection into which we've brought these few select people is the perfect world I tried but failed to create when I was a child. So ask me if I think it was an earthquake, and for once I'll tell you what I really think. I see the manifestation of evil growing across the whole world, Ben. The lights of our civilisation are going out one by one, and we will be extinguished, engulfed by what is coming. Except here, under our shield, in the light of our fire." He turned Ben's hand over and stroked across the creases. "We hold the whole world in the palm of our hands." He folded Ben's fingers into a fist. "And we are mighty. #Quote by John Wiltshire

#67. We say that anytime budgets are balanced and an ample savings account has been set aside, government should just stop collecting taxes. Better to leave that money in the pockets of those who earned it, than to let it burn a hole, as it always does, in the pockets of government. #Quote by Mitch Daniels

#68. Remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help. #Quote by Jodi Picoult

#69. Some people just wanna see the world burn #Quote by Heath Ledger

#70. Every white person who shows up and tells the truth - because it's her duty as a member of our human family - is going to have her racism called out. She will have to accept that others will disagree with how she's showing up and that they will have every right to disagree. She will need to learn to withstand people's anger, knowing that much of it is real and true and necessary. She will need to accept that one of the privileges she's letting burn is her emotional comfort. She will need to remind herself that being called a racist is actually not the worst thing. The worst thing is privately hiding her racism to stay safe, liked, and comfortable while others suffer and die. There are worse things than being criticized - like being a coward. #Quote by Glennon Doyle

#71. I see a lot of marriages crash and burn around me and my wife. I've always been curious about how hard it is to love well and be loved. #Quote by Andre Dubus

#72. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your D*** lemons, what the h*** am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down! #Quote by J.K. Simmons

#73. Listen, everything is possible in here. You can burn every spinning wheel in the kingdom. You can cut your hair before he ever gets the chance to climb up. It is possible to decline the beanstalk. You can let the old witch dance at your wedding, hand out the kind of forgiveness that would wake the dead and sleeping. You can just walk away, get on a horse, and go wake some other maiden from her narrative coffin, if you're brave, if you're strong. What do you want? Do you want to escape? Or were you looking for that candy house? #Quote by Catherynne M Valente

#74. I'd internally combust from hormone overdose if I went anywhere near Hotness right now. Like getting too close to the sun, he'd probably burn me with one of his deadly testosterone rays.'

'As if he sensed I was blushing over him that very second, Hotness–or as Eva had dubbed him, Mason Lowe–glanced in our direction and made eye contact. With me. I stopped laughing. Stopped smiling. Pretty much stopped breathing. Gawd, but the boy sure knew how to hold a heated stare. #Quote by Linda Kage

#75. God, she wanted this. Wanted him. He made her feel wanted, needed. He lit fires inside her she hadn't known could burn so fierce, in places she didn't even know existed. Nothing in life could ever make her feel this complete, this whole. He was as much a part of her as her own soul. #Quote by Jolyn Palliata

#76. A nature of fire is to burn, nature of water is to cool, and nature of Nature itself is to preserve. #Quote by Santosh Kalwar

#77. When the lights are about to burn out and start flickering, it's like I'm blinking without blinking. #Quote by Jarod Kintz

#78. If an invisible man catches on fire, can you see him burn? #Quote by Noah

#79. We didn't have any civil rights. It was just a matter of survival, of existing from one day to the next. I remember going to sleep as a girl hearing the Klan ride at night and hearing a lynching and being afraid the house would burn down. #Quote by Rosa Parks

#80. Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many? #Quote by Brom

#81. I just love the idea of witches, in general. The whole concept of witches was to keep down the feminine rise in power that was happening, at the time. They created this concept of witches, so that they could burn women at the stake and keep them in their place, and now we've turned it around to empower women. That's very ironic. If they only knew that they created a weapon for us to use against them. #Quote by Madchen Amick

#82. If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything. #Quote by Rumi

#83. Bow down and pray in fear and trembling, go way back in the dark afraid; or work harder and harder; or stumble and learn; or raise up your fist and strike-but once the idea comes into your head you'll never be the same again. Oh, test tube of life! Crucible of the South, find the right powder and you'll never be the same again-the cotton will blaze and the cabins will burn and the chains will be broken and men, all of a sudden, will shakes hands, black men and white men, like steel meeting steel! #Quote by Langston Hughes

#84. Another dead thing to haunt me in the night. And we will holler at lifeless crescent moons never begging for air or freedom. A flickering of a candle whose wick will not burn out as much as it will be extinguished by being drowned out. A wolf without teeth, howling his desires to unburden his soul. #Quote by Apollo Figueiredo

#85. At forty-five degrees, the sky will burn. Fire to approach the great new city; in an instant, a great scattered flame will leap up, when one will want to get evidence from the Normans. #Quote by Nostradamus

#86. A Draft of Shadows'

desire turns us into ghosts.
We are vines of air on trees of wind,
a cape of flames
invented and devoured by flame.
The crack in the tree trunk:
sex, seal, serpentine passage
closed to the sun and to my eyes,
open to the ants.

That crack was the portico
of the furthest reaches of the seen and thought:
- there, inside, tides are green,
blood is green, fire green,
green stars burn in the black grass:
the green music of elytra
in the fig tree's pristine night;
- there, inside, fingertips are eyes,
to touch is to see, glances touch,
eyes hear smells;
- there, inside is outside,
it is everywhere and nowhere,
things are themselves and others,
imprisoned in an icosahedron
there is a music weaver beetle
and another insect unweaving
the syllogisms the spider weaves,
hanging from the threads of the moon;
- there, inside, space
is an open hand, a mind
that thinks shapes, not ideas,
shapes that breathe, walk, speak, transform
and silently evaporate;
- there, inside, land of woven echoes,
a slow cascade of light drops
between the lips of the crannies:
light is water; water, diaphanous time
where eyes wash their images;
- there, inside, cables of desire #Quote by Octavio Paz

#87. He slept still in the induced coma his doctors had kept him in since he arrived. She could see the bruises, see the healing wound of the burn that stretched over his side. She reached out a hand, hovered just above the field and traced the path of the yellow, black and angry red of his healing flesh.
She had done that to him. #Quote by Mary Brock Jones

#88. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that's how all this got started. and that's how it's going to end. #Quote by Jenny Han

#89. I'm a film buff and I was keen to find out about the response to Daniel Craig's 007. 'Empire' and 'Hot Dog' had great reviews, and finally he's been accepted as the new Bond. So many millions go into that franchise that if you make a mistake, it's awful. #Quote by Burn Gorman

#90. Connor felt the burn of anger mingling with his guilt. He knew Caroline had been hurt, and he was truly sorry for it. If the barbs she was throwing had been directed at him alone, he would have taken them. But they weren't. "Caro," he said, lowering his voice as he leaned closer #Quote by Mira Lyn Kelly

#91. If we burn, You will burn with us! #Quote by Suzanne Collins

#92. One person's normal is another person's Shattering." Your face aches from smiling. There is an art to smiling in a way that others will believe, and you're terrible at it. "Would've been nice if we could've all had normal, of course,but not enough people wanted to share. So now we all burn. #Quote by N.K. Jemisin

#93. Silent, scarlet picking though this grand new year, an optimistic premise promised with sickening cheer. So please, pull up a chair and take a stand for all grand intentions. List your resolutions then kindly re-arrange them. Departmentalize your wicked, wonton ways - tell me all about yourself, but spend the most time on the things you hate. Pull out all your in-efficacious and ridiculous disguises; put on a simple act but perform it with abandon. Put your heart and your soul into the fire. Burn your thoughts before you think them, burn them up and take their stink in. #Quote by Jonathan Douglas Duran

#94. He light you possess will burn to the great benefit of this world long after our poor footprints have been washed from the sand. #Quote by Mark Frost

#95. There were periods when I sometimes made fires in a large, open fireplace that lasted about two weeks, which was how long it took to burn my compositions. So there has been an awful lot that I have destroyed. #Quote by Alan Hovhaness

#96. I am a messenger who will bring back word from the men who are fighting (WWI) to those who want the war to go on forever. Feeble, inarticulate will be my message, but it will have a bitter truth and may it burn their lousy souls. #Quote by Paul Nash

#97. Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat? #Quote by Charles Lamb

#98. For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould. #Quote by Kahlil Gibran

#99. Sandals are made out of rubber, and when lit on fire burn black. #Quote by Joe Teti

#100. Regardless of the advertising campaigns may tell us, we can't have it all. Sacrifice is not an option, or an anachronism; it's a fact of life. We all cut off our own limbs to burn on some altar. The crucial thing is to choose an altar that's worth it and a limb you can accept losing. To go consenting to the sacrifice. #Quote by Tana French

#101. Do you wanna be a poet and write? Do you wanna be an actor up in lights? Do you wanna be soldier, and fight for love? Do you wanna travel the world? Do you wanna be a diver for pearls? Or climb the mountain, and touch the clouds above? Be anyone you want to be. Bring to life your fantasies. But I want something in return, I want you to burn, burn for me, baby. Like a candle in the night. Oh burn, burn for me, burn for me. #Quote by Jo Dee Messina

#102. People can burn and beat love out of you. They really can kill it, and it's not your fault you don't feel it anymore, and how liberating it is to finally realize that. Love isn't for better or for worse, through thick or thin. It damn well shouldn't be. #Quote by Patricia Cornwell

#103. We could of brought weeners, she said. Yeah. Marshmallers. You wouldnt think a car would burn like that. #Quote by Cormac McCarthy

#104. In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out. #Quote by Haruki Murakami

#105. The religion of the flag promptly replaced the cult of heaven, an old cloud which had already been deflated by the Reformation and reduced to a network of episcopal money boxes. In olden times the fanatical fashion was: 'Long live Jesus! Burn the heretics!' . . . But heretics, after all, were few and voluntary . . . Whereas today vast hordes of men are fired with aim and purpose by cries of 'Hang the limp turnips! The juiceless lemons! The innocent readers! By the millions, eyes right!' If anybody doesn't want to fight or murder, grab 'em, tear 'em to pieces! Kill them in thirteen juicy ways. For a starter, to teach them how to live, rip their guts out of their bodies, their eyes out of their sockets, and the years out of their filthy slobbering lives! #Quote by Louis Ferdinand Celine

#106. Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are pouring down on other people's houses,sad words, like beast and mourn and sorrow and mother. #Quote by Alice Hoffman

#107. I took a glass retort, capable of containing eight ounces of water, and distilled fuming spirit of nitre according to the usual method. In the beginning the acid passed over red, then it became colourless, and lastly again all red: no sooner did this happen, then I took away the receiver; and tied to the mouth of the retort a bladder emptied of air, which I had moistened in its inside with milk of lime lac calcis, (i.e. lime-water, containing more quicklime than water can dissolve) to prevent its being corroded by the acid. Then I continued the distillation, and the bladder gradually expanded. Here-upon I left every thing to cool, tied up the bladder, and took it off from the mouth of the retort. - I filled a ten-ounce glass with this air and put a small burning candle into it; when immediately the candle burnt with a large flame, of so vivid a light that it dazzled the eyes. I mixed one part of this air with three parts of air, wherein fire would not burn; and this mixture afforded air, in every respect familiar to the common sort. Since this air is absolutely necessary for the generation of fire, and makes about one-third of our common air, I shall henceforth, for shortness sake call it empyreal air, [literally fire-air] the air which is unserviceable for the fiery phenomenon, and which makes abut two-thirds of common air, I shall for the future call foul air [literally corrupted air]. #Quote by Carl Wilhelm Scheele

#108. When your army has crossed the border, you should burn your boats and bridges, in order to make it clear to everybody that you have no hankering after home. #Quote by Sun Tzu

#109. In America, we hurry-which is well; but when the day's work is done, we go on thinking of losses and gains, we plan for the morrow, we even carry our business cares to bed with us ... we burn up our energies with these excitements, and either die early or drop into a lean and mean old age at a time of life which they call a man's prime in Europe ... What a robust people, what a nation of thinkers we might be, if we would only lay ourselves on the shelf occasionally and renew our edges! #Quote by Mark Twain

#110. What is it about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it? ... The thing man wanted to invent, but never did ... If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It is a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledygook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. #Quote by Ray Bradbury

#111. O Eternal God, now may it please you to burn in love so that we become the limbs fashioned in the love you felt when you begot your Son at the first dawn before all creation. And consider this need which falls upon us, take it from us for the sake of your Son, and lead us to the joy of your salvation. #Quote by Hildegard Of Bingen

#112. Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!
But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money! #Quote by George Carlin

#113. My sister is no fool and she is not tender-hearted," I said. "My sister fights for her home, and takes what risks she must. That is why I put myself before her today - why I would not let you have her. My sister burns, and she does not burn for you. #Quote by E.K. Johnston

#114. And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me.
I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet.
"What the hell was that, Stiff?"
"I ... " My breath comes in a hiccup. "I didn't-"
"Get yourself together! This is pathetic."
Something within me snaps. My tears stop. Heat races through my body, driving the weakness out of me, and I smack him so hard my knuckles burn with the impact. He stares at me, one side of his face bright with blush-blood, and I stare back.
"Shut up," I say. I yank my arm from his grasp and walk out of the room. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#115. No ... if the world demanded their deaths in return for safety, she would have watched it burn. #Quote by Michelle Sagara West

#116. Those who think that the rewarding things in life are somewhere over the rainbow 'burn their toast a lot,' said Pooh #Quote by Benjamin Hoff

#117. THOUGHTS ON RIDE HOME: If my levels get too high, if they talk too much, then put me out of my misery and burn me on a pyre, that's how I want to go. Don't bother with a backhoe to try and dig the hole. Take down the trees to build the pyre off our land. Let the Newfoundlands have my bones. Let them walk the property drooling with my femur between their massive jaws. I am renewable energy. #Quote by Yannick Murphy

#118. To me, the AMC brand is great storytelling - they call it slow-burn storytelling. #Quote by Billy Campbell

#119. If you burn away my bones, my love for him would remain, tattooed in the air. #Quote by Lia Riley

#120. I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake
however you choose to see it
and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last
or handle
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please #Quote by Charlotte Eriksson

#121. No one can ever see the ball hit the bat because it's physically impossible to focus your eyes that way. However, when I hit the ball especially hard, I could smell the leather start to burn as it struck the wooden bat. #Quote by Ted Williams

#122. I set myself on fire and people come to watch me burn. #Quote by John Wesley

#123. When we really get into hard times, where food is scarce or there is none at all, and so with clothing and shelter, money may be no good for there may be nothing to buy, and you cannot eat money, you cannot get enough of it together to burn to keep you warm, and you cannot wear it. #Quote by J. Reuben Clark

#124. I am done being delicate.
As a girl, I was taught to be sweet,
to be dainty,
to fold into myself until I was nothing more than crumpled paper.
This is my unfolding.
I will use gunpowder to set my makeup and gasoline as my perfume.
Next time you try to burn me at the stake, I will burn back.
I will start a fire you cannot control. #Quote by Caroline Kaufman

#125. Some amazing records have this power to leave you with inspiration; you're left with the urge to write something. And some records are totally overwhelming, because they are so good, they burn the bridges behind them. #Quote by Thomas Mars

#126. I think that if there is a hell it's just a place where you're left all alone, with nobody around you. Man, when you're alone you don't have to burn, just being by yourself for all of time would be the worst punishment the Old Man could give you #Quote by Rudolfo Anaya

#127. Rome, yes, I say, thinking in quick succession of the Pantheon, the Colosseum and the cardinals screwing around while wondering whether women have souls or not, and of Nero, of course, who killed his closest family and let the city burn. I don't reckon he liked people, either. #Quote by Erlend Loe

#128. If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. #Quote by William Shakespeare

#129. People are very hungry for something new. I think they are interested in being called to be a part of something larger than the sort of small, petty, slash-and-burn politics that we have been seeing over the last several years. #Quote by Barack Obama

#130. Thing about witches; we're a paranoid lot. Call it a side effect of living in a world obsessed with seeing you burn. #Quote by Laura Oliva

#131. And now you see why some facts, some pieces of knowledge, have to be snuffed out as soon as they form. Curiosity would blow across such embers and burn this silo to the ground. #Quote by Hugh Howey

#132. My frustration has always been that I'm a Christian, but I don't buy into, never have bought into, the belief that Jesus and God are these men who just dictate that this is how you have to live your life or you are going to burn in hell. #Quote by Art Alexakis

#133. To ACCEND (ACCE'ND) v.a.[accendo, Lat.]To kindle, to set on fire; a word very rarely used. Our devotion, if sufficiently accended, would, as theirs, burn up innumerable books of this sort.Decay of Piety. #Quote by Samuel Johnson

#134. On the third day after all hell broke loose, I come upstairs to the apartment, finished with my shift and so looking forward to a hot shower. Well, lukewarm - but I'll pretend it's hot.

But when I pass Ellie's room, I hear cursing - Linda Blair-Exorcist-head-spinning-around kind of cursing. I push open her door and spot my sister at her little desk, yelling at her laptop.

Even Bosco barks from the bed.

"What's going on?" I ask. "I just came up but Marty's down there on his own - he won't last longer than ten minutes."

"I know, I know." She waves her hand. "I'm in a flame war with a toxic bitch on Twitter. Let me just huff and puff and burn her motherfucking house down…and then I'll go sell some coffee."

"What happened?" I ask sarcastically. "Did she insult your makeup video?"

Ellie sighs, long and tortured. "That's Instagram, Liv - I seriously think you were born in the wrong century. And anyway, she didn't insult me - she insulted you."

Her words pour over me like the ice-bucket challenge.

"Me? I have like two followers on Twitter."

Ellie finishes typing. "Boo-ya. Take that, skank-a-licious!" Then she turns slowly my way. "You haven't been online lately, have you?"

This isn't going to end well, I know it. My stomach knows it too - it whines and grumbles.

"Ah, no?"

Ellie nods and stands, gesturing to her computer. "You might want to check it out. #Quote by Emma Chase

#135. Bring it all down, love. Let it all burn. #Quote by Halo Scot

#136. I'm going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because of He is God. #Quote by John Green

#137. Lust starts with chemistry. Love starts with trust and respect. #Quote by Marian Lanouette

#138. We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.
I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.
I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again. #Quote by Nicci Greene

#139. Something like hope begins to burn in me and I try to snuff it out. #Quote by Laekan Zea Kemp

#140. But Spencer is here, after all. He stands at the back, just outside his office. "What happened?" he asks.
My eyes burn from the pelting rain and the salt of my tears. "It's raining," I say, as if it weren't completely obvious.
"And you decided to lay out in it? #Quote by Laurie Faria Stolarz

#141. People of faith tend to argue that it is not faith itself but man's baser nature that inspires such violence. But, I take it to be self-evident that ordinary people cannot be moved to burn genial old scholars alive for blaspheming the Koran, or celebrate the violent deaths of their children, unless they believe some improbable things about the nature of the universe. #Quote by Sam Harris

#142. Polyphiloprogenitive
The sapient sutlers of the Lord
Drift across the window-panes.
In the beginning was the Word.

In the beginning was the Word.
Superfetation of to en,
And at the mensual turn of time
Produced enervate Origen.

A painter of the Umbrian school
Designed upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the Baptized God.
The wilderness is cracked and browned



But through the water pale and thin
Still shine the unoffending feet
And there above the painter set
The Father and the Paraclete.



. . . . . .



The sable presbyters approach
The avenue of penitence;
The young are red and pustular
Clutching piaculative pence.



Under the penitential gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.



Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The staminate and pistilate,
Blest office of the epicene.



Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
Stirring the water in his bath.
The masters of the subtle schools
Are controversial, polymath. #Quote by T.S. Eliot

#143. Burn yourself with the fire of love to enjoy the fiery, burning beauty of love. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#144. Your death has not been waiting for your arrival at the appointed hour: it has, for all the years of your life, been racing towards you with the fierce velocity of time's arrow. It cannot be evaded, it cannot be bargained with, deflected or placated. All that is given to you is the choice: meet it with open eyes and peace in your heart, go gentle to your reward. Or burn bright, take up arms, and fight the bitch. #Quote by Mark Lawrence

#145. Excellent!" Mg. Thane clapped her on the shoulder and strode out of the library. "I'll be on my way. Try not to burn anything down. #Quote by Charlie N. Holmberg

#146. My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making. #Quote by Penelope Douglas

#147. The device,' Philip said. 'What are you going to do with it?'

'I know how this sounds. But you'll have to trust us. We'll take possession of it. We're going to dismantle it; when we do so, the wormhole will close, making this the final version of history we live through. Then we're going to box up the device and forget about it. Lose it somewhere; burn the records. It'll end up in a warehouse right next to the Ark of Covenant. #Quote by Dexter Palmer

#148. First they burn the books, and then the bodies follow #Quote by Kane X. Faucher

#149. The world is full of things that upset people. But most of us deal with it and move on and don't try and burn the planet down. #Quote by Salman Rushdie

#150. I lived in small town out in the desert and my friend used to steal his mom's car in the middle of the night. He'd drive over to my house, I'd sneak out and we'd go out to the desert and just burn things down. #Quote by Mark Hoppus

#151. Great. What if she decides to kill me?" "That will test our bargain quite severely," the Morrigan replied with a smirk. "Morrigan?" "Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead if she decides to kill you." "What if she decides to set me on fire and watch me burn?" "Then that's going to hurt. Scream all you want, but turn it off at some point and she'll figure you for dead. #Quote by Kevin Hearne

#152. I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity. #Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

#153. Does the sun promise to shine?
No, but it will -
even behind the darkest clouds,
and no promise
will make it shine longer or brighter
for that is its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
To love you is not my promise
but my fate -
to burn for you
until I can burn no more. #Quote by Atticus Poetry

#154. For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don't push the memory away ... This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning. #Quote by Ally Condie

#155. We find in them an ignorant and barbarous people, who have long united the most sordid avarice with the most detestable superstition and the most invincible hatred for every people by whom they are tolerated and enriched. Still, we ought not to burn them. #Quote by Voltaire

#156. Intermittent fasting definitely and massively increases autophagy. And thanks to our caveman history, it thrived. In times of little food, lysosomes would race around the body looking for damaged cells, pre-diseased cells, and cells which weren't doing much. It would chop them apart - into their smallest parts - and either burn them for energy, or use them to repair other areas. Simply, it would perform miracles without any outside help. #Quote by Robert Skinner

#157. His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. "You burn so very brightly, you know"
"Yeah," she muttered. "You said. #Quote by Rachel Caine

#158. That lovely face sets off a fire inside me that isn't ever supposed to burn. #Quote by Robin Talley

#159. Jesus did not use hell to try and compel "heathens" and "pagans" to believe in God, so they wouldn't burn when they die. He talked about hell to very religious people to warn them about the consequences of straying from their God-given calling and identity to show the world God's love. #Quote by Rob Bell

#160. If you're going to write, write one poem all your life, let nobody read it, and then burn it. This is very young thinking, I confess, but it is the seminal part of my life. #Quote by Jack Nicholson

#161. Burn fear, not pages. #Quote by E.E. Charlton-Trujillo

#162. The fires that burn deep within our hearts, fueling our deepest loves are indestructible; the power of the human spirit surpasses even death and life. #Quote by Sara Niles

#163. Well, look at the other characters in Winnie the Pooh. They all actually demonstrate that Pooh is the most mentally balanced. There's Tigger, I mean, that tiger just can't stay in the moment and enjoy it. He's too much of a hedonist; he always wants the next adventure. That's not healthy, he'll burn out." I started properly laughing. "And what about Eeyore?" "Well he's a depressive, isn't he? If Eeyore walked into my doctor's office he'd be prescribed with a lifetime supply of antidepressants. And not just because US doctors dole them out like candy canes at Christmas." The music stopped and I found myself clapping without even looking. "But Pooh?" "Pooh lives in the moment. He doesn't fret about the past, or freak about the future. He's an expert at mindfulness." Kyle #Quote by Holly Bourne

#164. You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn. #Quote by Margaret Atwood

#165. Not that I'm complaining. It was better than my old dream, where Harma Dogshead was feeding me to her pigs."
"Harma's dead." Jon said.
"But not the pigs. They look at me the way Slayer used to look at ham. Not to say that the wildlings mean us harm. Aye, we hacked their gods apart and made them burn the pieces, but we gave them onion soup. What's a god compared to a nice bowl of onion soup? I could do with mine myself. #Quote by George R R Martin

#166. *For eleven years, I've been worked over and abused in ways you can't imagine by things you don't want to know about. I've killed every kind of vile, black-souled, dead-eyed nightmare that ever made you piss your pjs and cry for mommy in the middle of the night. I kill monsters and, if I wanted, I could say a word and burn you to powder from the inside out. I can tear any human you ever met to rages with my bare hands. Give me one good reason why I could possibly need you?
*She looks straight at me, not blinking. No fear in her eyes.
*Because you might be the Tasmanian Devil and the Angel of Death all rolled into one, but you don't even know how to get a phone.
*I hate to admit it, but she has a point. #Quote by Richard Kadrey

#167. If there were a way of putting an end to himself by some purely mental act he would put an end to himself at once, without further ado. His mind is full of stories of people who bring about their end - who methodically pay bills, write goodbye notes, burn old love letters, label keys, and then, once everything is in order, don their Sunday best and swallow down pills they have hoarded for the occasion and settle themselves on their neatly made beds and compose features for oblivion. Heroes all of them, unsung, unlauded. I am resolved not to be of any trouble. #Quote by J.M. Coetzee

#168. Is there some reason for my being here except to live out my allotted time, to burn my days alongside others who are, in turn, burning theirs? #Quote by Todd May

#169. Maybe you'll change
Abandon all your wicked ways
Make amends and start anew again
Maybe you'll see
All the wrongs you did to me
And start all over, start all over again.

Who am i kidding?
Now, lets not get overzealous here
Youre always been a huge piece of shit
If i could kill you i would
But it's frowned upon in all fifty states
Having said that, burn in Hell. #Quote by Set It Off

#170. If you saw humanity as I can see it, Uncle Jem said, a whisper in his mind, a lifeline. There is very little brightness and warmth in the world for me. I am very distant from you all. There are only four points of warmth and brightness, in the whole world, that burn fiercely enough for me to feel something like the person I was. Your mother, your father, Lucie, and you. You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let any of them tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.

"Blinder than a Silent Brother?" James asked, and hiccupped.

There was a laugh in James's mind. They would have to be even blinder than a Silent Brother, Uncle Jem agreed. Because I can see you, James. I will always look to you for light. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#171. When in Rome; burn it. #Quote by Iain M. Banks

#172. I'm not ashamed to use my face, my voice, or my story to open doors and get our message out into the larger world. I try to create a "soft" introduction to engage people and bring them into the world of burns #Quote by Celia Belt

#173. Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day. #Quote by Dylan Thomas

#174. Be it so. This burning of widows is your custom; prepare the funeral pile. But my nation has also a custom. When men burn women alive we hang them, and confiscate all their property. My carpenters shall therefore erect gibbets on which to hang all concerned when the widow is consumed. Let us all act according to national customs.[To Hindu priests complaining to him about the prohibition of Sati religious funeral practice of burning widows alive on her husband's funeral pyre.] #Quote by Charles James Napier

#175. She was like the Sun. At just the right distance, she gave me life, but if I got too close, she would burn me. #Quote by E. Leo Foster

#176. All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down. #Quote by Shirley Jackson

#177. I would like to burn them to ground and stand on their ashes. #Quote by M.F. Moonzajer

#178. Your nightmare, mama, was my dream." My heart clenched. He kept going. "Never had a home until you gave me one." My breath started sticking. "Never had anyone give to me the way you gave to me." My breath stopped sticking and clogged. "Never thought of findin' a woman who I wanted to have my baby." Oh God. "Never had light in my life, never, not once. I lived wild but I didn't burn bright until you shined your light on me." Oh God. "Whacked, fuckin' insane, but, at night, you curled in front of me, didn't mind I did that time that wasn't mine 'cause it meant I walked out to you." He had to stop. He had to. He didn't. "Your nightmare," he whispered, turned his head and against my neck he finished, "my dream. #Quote by Kristen Ashley

#179. I began my first novel when I was 15. It went through three drafts, of around 40,000 words each. If I find it, I'll burn it. #Quote by Charles Stross

#180. Mad people = People who stand alone and burn.
I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same. #Quote by Susan Sontag

#181. If we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster."

"Near the day of Purification, there will be cobwebs spun back and forth in the sky."

"A container of ashes might one day be thrown from the sky, which could burn the land and boil the oceans. #Quote by Native American Prophecies

#182. All right, then. While it might be beyond her power to stop desiring him entirely, she didn't have to let him control the attraction. In her years of dreaming of him--the admittedly chaste dreams of a virgin--she had been in control, making him burn and yearn, making him regret that he'd ever put her aside.
Perhaps it was time to fulfill those dreams.
She opened her eyes to find him watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze that promised all manner of sensual pleasures if she would just give herself over to him. She would make him keep that promise…but without giving up herself.
Edwin would undoubtedly disapprove of this dalliance, but just now she didn't care. Dom was about to learn that she wouldn't be ruled by him or any other man.
Looping her arms about his neck, she rose up on tiptoe to kiss his mouth. This time she was the one to instigate the duel of tongues and lips that sent her senses reeling. This time she was the one in control.
Until Dom pulled down her bodice and corset and shift to bare her breasts. Oh, sweet Lord in heaven. He was more wicked--and more wonderful at this--than even she could have imagined.
But she could be wicked, too. Remembering what Nancy had told her about men, she reached down between them to cup the hard length of him through his trousers.
He jerked back. "What are you doing?"
How wonderful to be the one to shock him! Though she noticed he didn't step away or pull her hand off him. And his flesh seemed #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#183. But it's a curse, a condemnation, like an act of provocation, to have been aroused from not being, to have been conjured up from a clot of dirt and hay and lit on fire and sent stumbling among the rocks and bones of this ruthless earth to weep and worry and wreak havoc and ponder little more than the impending return to oblivion, to invent hopes that are as elaborate as they are fraudulent and poorly constructed, and that burn off the moment they are dedicated, if not before, and are at best only true as we invent them for ourselves or tell them to others, around a fire, in a hovel, while we all freeze or starve or plot or contemplate treachery or betrayal or murder or despair of love, or make daughters and elaborately rejoice in them so that when they are cut down even more despair can be wrung from our hearts, which prove only to have been made for the purpose of being broken. And worse still, because broken hearts continue beating. #Quote by Paul Harding

#184. If you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn. #Quote by George R R Martin

#185. Vengeful conquerors burn books as if the enemy's souls reside there, too. #Quote by James Gleick

#186. If I was in love with someone, I would get their picture out of the school yearbook and do portraits. If I was curious about sex, I would draw pictures of it. There were no books for me to look at. Then I would go find my father's matches to burn the paper. #Quote by Lynn Johnston

#187. Be a person who radiates the fire of love to burn and purify everything around to create the beauty of joy and peace. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#188. A girl's life is the worst life in the world. A girl's life is: you are born, you bleed, you burn. #Quote by Kathleen Glasgow

#189. There was a sensations in his hearts, though, as a stirring of embers. There was fire in him. It wasn't smothered, only banked, but it would burn like the wings of the seraphim before this was over. #Quote by Laini Taylor

#190. Dear God, I understand that if I fail to believe in you, I'll burn in hell for eternity. Thanks for being such a good sport about it. #Quote by Scott Dikkers

#191. Just be careful, hon," Rosanna said.
"Oh, are the plates hot?" I flinched back just before my hands made contact.
Rosanna laughed. "No, but hot boys can burn you just as easily. #Quote by C.J. Duggan

#192. You need not to burn copies of a book. Just make people feel indifferent to the book. #Quote by Lara Biyuts

#193. Politicians in our times feed their clichés to television, where even those who wish to disagree repeat them. Television purports to challenge political language by conveying images, but the succession from one frame to another can hinder a sense of resolution. Everything happens fast, but nothing actually happens. Each story on televised news is "breaking" until it is displaced by the next one. So we are hit by wave upon wave but never see the ocean.

The effort to define the shape and significance of events requires words and concepts that elude us when we are entranced by visual stimuli. Watching televised news is sometimes little more than looking at someone who is also looking at a picture. We take this collective trance to be normal. We have slowly fallen into it.

More than half a century ago, the classic novels of totalitarianism warned of the domination of screens, the suppression of books, the narrowing of vocabularies, and the associated difficulties of thought. In Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, published in 1953, firemen find and burn books while most citizens watch interactive television. In George Orwell's 1984, published in 1949, books are banned and television is two-way, allowing the government to observe citizens at all times. In 1984, the language of visual media is highly constrained, to starve the public of the concepts needed to think about the present, remember the past, and consider the future. One of the regime's projects is to lim #Quote by Timothy Snyder

#194. And this love between Henry and Fora . . . at first, it was a small, uncertain thing, like the glow of the morning sunos the horizon. And then it was its own wild animal, bucking against the world and anything that threatened it, so hot it could burn and sometimes did. And then it was quiet, as quiet as a snowfall, covering everything, certain of its place, even as it was certain it could not last forever. #Quote by Martha Brockenbrough

#195. It's important to distinguish between needs and wants. Sometimes we spend so much time chasing after our wants that we neglect our true needs, and that's a course of action that over time is bound to harm us. Today it's important to determine what exactly our needs are, and then attend to them so that we can make sure that we're not going to burn out or hit a wall because we haven't taken care of ourselves. Wants are important, too, but it's obvious that in the long term, our needs should take priority. And when we identify a need, it's important that we don't brush it off without taking care of it, and today I'll have chances to at least work on making sure that some important needs of mine are met. #Quote by Tom Walsh

#196. Does that mean that the grass doesn't constitute a life? That the grassland isn't a life? Out here, the grass and the grassland are the life, the big life. All else is the little life that depends on the big life for survival. Even wolves and humans are little life. Creatures that eat grass are worse than creatures that eat meat. To you, the gazelle is to be pitied. So the grass isn't to be pitied, is that it? The gazelles have four fast-moving legs, and most of the time wolves spit up blood from exhaustion trying to catch them. When the gazelles are thirsty, they run to the river to drink, and when they're cold, they run to a warm spot on the mountain to soak up some sun. But the grass? Grass is the big life, yet it is most fragile, the most miserable life. Its roots are shallow, the soil is thin, and though it lives on the ground, it cannot run away. Anyone can step on it, eat it, chew it, crush it. A urinating horse can burn a large spot in it. And if the grass grows in sand or in the cracks between rocks, it is even shorter, because it cannot grow flowers, which means it cannot spread its seeds. For us Mongols, there's nothing more deserving of pity than the grass. If you want to talk about killing, the the gazelles kill more grass than any mowing machine could. When they graze the land, isn't that killing? Isn't that taking the big life of the grassland? When you kill off the big life of the grassland, all the little lives are doomed. The damage done by the gazelles far #Quote by Jiang Rong

#197. They were the prisoners hidden in different cages, and yet they saw each other every day. He named her fire and she named him the wind, the day they both touched and embraced each other they burnt down everything that stood in their way. #Quote by Akshay Vasu

#198. The mental thought patterns that cause the most dis-ease in the body are CRITICISM, ANGER, RESENTMENT and GUILT. For instance, criticism indulged in long enought will often lead to dis-eases such as arthritis. Anger turns into things that boil and burn and infect the body. Resentment long held festers and eats away at the self and ultimately can lead to tumors and cancer. Guilt always seeks punishment and leads to pain. #Quote by Louise L. Hay

#199. Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itself - a burnt out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as not to burn out? #Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

#200. Spending Smart is the only way to get out of debt and build wealth. That's a bold, but true, statement. It's like calories are the key to a weight-loss diet. It doesn't matter what the new diet fad is. A diet to lose weight only works if you burn more calories than you consume. Everything else is just window dressing and hype. #Quote by Gregory Karp