Quotes About Burns

The heart in misery has turned upside down. The blowing gentle breeze is on fire. O friend moonlight burns like the sun.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

The whisky burns. How strange to try to drown pain with fire.

The fire you kindle for your enemy often burns yourself more than him.

When people have a passion and desire, it burns through and shows.

In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I'll reply: Eden burns.

Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.

The paper burns, but the words fly away.

Or you might set the morning star for it burns and burns and glitters in the winter dawn, and throws forth beam like those of metal consumed by oxygen. (Out of Doors in February)

Behold the rich farm boy Malachy Burns Who plays his pipe among the churns. He's a coward, he's benighted, He makes everyone feel slighted, And all things but music he spurns.

Danger is another thing that's more romantic to read about than the reality of blood and burns and the screams transcending age and gender and even humanity. Pain can be a sound, pure sound, and pictures can't prepare you for the smell of a man trying to stuff his intestines back into his ripped abdomen.

Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates. Automatically burns toast.

Human skin hisses like a rattlesnake when it burns.

The sacred lamp burns to give light

Temperamentally, he belonged to that class of poets who Taine says are vessels too weak to contain the spirit of poetry, the poets whom poetry kills, the Byrons, the Burns's, the De Mussets, the Poes.

Hate is love on fire, set out to burn like a flare on the side of the road. It says, stop here. Something terrible has happened. Envy is like, the skin you're in burns. And the salve is someone else's skin.

You see, authentic God experience always "burns" you, yet does not destroy you (Exodus 3:2–3), just as the burning bush did to Moses.

Wisdom's daughter walks alone, The mark of Athena burns through Rome.

The paper burns, but the words fly away.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

It is a heretic that makes the fire,Not she which burns in 't.

Anger is a fire that burns you from both ends.

No tears to damn you when jealousy burns.

So my sister dances and the dead house burns, and I scrawl these few last words by the light of its burning. I know I should toss this story, too, on those flames. But I am still too much a storyteller -or at least a storykeeper-still too much my father's daughter to burn these pages.