"burning"タグの名言

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!

the intensity in your eyes burns my pen as i write.

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning close to the body as possible without risk of immolation.

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.

How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to start, nor even stop How I wish I was like the fire, Burning with every flame up Leaving a trace of hot desire As a Phoenix raises its' wings up How I wish I was like the earth, Raising each flower from the ground Seeing the beauty of death and birth And then returning to the ground How I wish I was like the wind, Hearing each whisper, sound and thought A lonesome and wandering little wind, Shattering all that has been sought Oh, how I wish I was where you are, Not separated by empty space, so far It seems like we're galaxies apart, But we find hope within our heart And how I wish I was all of the above, So I can come below and yet forget, The beauty of angels which come down like a dove And demons who love with no regret.

The world has a very serious problem, my friend' Shiva went on. 'Poor children still die by their millions. Westerners and the global rich -- like me -- live in post-scarcity society, while a billion people struggle to get enough to eat. And we're pushing the planet towards a tipping point, where the corals die and the forests burn and life becomes much, much harder. We have the resources to solve those problems, even now, but politics and economics and nationalism all get in the way. If we could access all those minds, though...

I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.

I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

Is always easier to go along with what others have said, “burn bridges”, burning bridges is only easier and that is why so many adopt to just burn bridges… did we every thought that once burned, it is not as easy to build one? If possible, we should ALWAYS keep the bridge standing, take care and maintain it, because in the long run, bridges are what we all need to improve and thrive in everything from health, relationships, business to spirituality. _nickc

Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.

Books want to burn,' he says. 'They go up like that because - they're unstable, memories don't want to stay...

Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.

Maybe the ones burning my jersey were never LeBron fans anyway.

Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.

To keep a lamp burning we have to keep putting oil in it.