Quotes About Molten

Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Marshmallows are kind of weird. I'm not a huge fan. I mean, they're fun when they get molten and melty at the end of a stick, but I always burn my mouth because I'm not all that smart or patient.

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing . . . like molten gold. I could paint those . . ." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.

glass, a substance that went from liquid to solid through the use of fire and air

I turned to a smiling Ganelon, his beard and wild hair molten in a merciless light.

I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

The pagan eyes seemed suddenly to be like molten lava, and as destructive. "If ever you should try to break the bond that holds us, then beware. You're mine, and you remain mine! -Nick Vakotis

O Dionysus, we feel you near, stirring like molten lava under the ravaged earth, flowing from the wounds of your trees in tears of sap, screaming with the rage of your hunted beasts.

Her eyes were huge and gold and molten. You did say you liked to practice what you were great at. Miles had never realized how susceptible he was to flattery from tall women. A weakness he must guard against. Sometime. They retired to his cabin and practiced assiduously till halfway to Escobar.

ANATRON  (A'NATRON)   n.s.The scum which swims upon the molten glass in the furnace, which, when taken off, melts in the air, and then coagulates into common salt. It is likewise that salt which gathers upon the walls of vaults.

It was the darkness exploded, the darkness molten, and the beauty of it was like the glow of smoldering coals; just enough illumination to show how much darkness there really was.

Revenge is a lure, a mighty molten lure, even if it is hopeless!

I told him that I would not marry him, because we were too young, and I didn't want to fall in love with the idea of love. I wanted actual love, not a looking-glass reflection of it. Not stolen kisses, or sotted promises. I wanted the truth of love, the pure molten core of it, because anything short of that was just a cheat.

Well, Io is Mordor: Look up Part Three. There's a passage about 'rivers of molten rock that wound their way… until they cooled and lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the tormented earth.' That's a perfect description: how did Tolkien know, a quarter century before anyone ever saw a picture of Io? Talk about Nature imitating Art.

Q: What genres do you especially enjoy reading? And which do you avoid? A: I love reading anything about gigantic animate blobs of molten iron who secretly long to be concert pianists. It's not a particularly well-populated genre, but in particular I'd mention, "Grog, Who Loved Chopin," as well as the somewhat derivative "Clom, Big Fan of Mozart.

The sky was a fading red and nothing remained of the day save for a line of molten gold slowly lowering on the western horizon.

The singing triggers a soft detonation at his core, molten parts of him are flying everywhere and his ears ring to the tune of blast harmonics that only he can hear, but what is "The Star Spangled Banner" if not a love song?

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

In just 200 million years, possibly less, the Earth was essentially formed, though still molten and subject to constant bombardment from all the debris that remained floating about. At

If you could drive straight down, into a tunnel bored through the crust of the planet, you'd hit this molten mess in about an hour. It's called the asthenosphere - a sluggish sea, several hundred miles thick, on which floats the Earth's cool epidermis - the so-called tectonic plates.

Your voice falls on my ears like a rhapsody on a lonely shore.Perhaps like a molten metal which I gulp down thirstily and it soothes my throat with the warmth and freezes when it reaches my heart.

And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

This morning, light lapped the water as if God had spilt a goblet of molten gold upon a ground of darkest velvet.

ARNOLD Ridgeway's father was a blacksmith. The sunset glow of molten iron bewitched him, the way the color emerged in the stock slow and then fast, overtaking it like an emotion, the sudden pliability and restless writhing of the thing as it waited for purpose. His forge was a window into the primitive energies of the world.