A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.
If water won't smother the blaze Father, take my tears and bestow them on the fire see if the fires will wither.
The flames of their passion illuminated the dimly lit room, filling it with a blazing fire which was either brilliantly beautiful or dangerously violent.
After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith,...
The main characteristic which is the proof of the indwelling Spirit is an amazing tenderness in personal dealing, and a blazing truthfulness with regard to God’s Word.
Open up and wake up with blazing beauty just remember no one is perfect and you are the most beautiful creature on this planet.
I've just finished reading a book about the brilliant Margaret Rutherford. She wasn't a beauty, but inside she was absolutely blazing and passionate about her work. She's one of those life-affirming characters.
Thank God I've never had the sort of intense fame that means you can't walk up the road. That sort of blazing stardom must be difficult to cope with and maintain; my career has just bubbled along happily.
At the back of our brains, so to speak, there was a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life was to dig for this submerged sunrise of wonder.
There is no longer a way out of our present situation except by forging a road toward our objective, violently and by force, over a sea of blood and under a horizon blazing with fire.
[...] with the protecting sky in all its splendour and the golden sun blazing forth against a backdrop of crystalline blue, to use the inspired words of a television reporter[...].
Bart: Are we awake? Jim: We're not sure. Are we... black? Bart: Yes, we are. Jim: Then we're awake... but we're very puzzled.
Church Congregation: [singing] Now is a time of great decision/Are we to stay or up and quit?/There's no avoiding this conclusion/Our town is turning into shit.
Jim: Uh-oh, Bart. I think Mongo here's taken a liking to you. Mongo: Huh-huh, naw, Mongo straight.
Bart: [on grandstand to the townspeople] Excuse me while I whip this out. [reaches into waistline as crowd gasps and screams; Bart pulls out paper, they sigh with relief]
Taggart: [shouting] We'll head them off at the pass! Hedley Lamarr: Head them off at the pass? I hate that cliché! [shoots his foot]
Reverend Johnson: We will now read from Matthew, Mark, Luke... [stick of dynamite sails in through window] Reverend Johnson: ... and DUCK.
Hedley Lamarr: [gives her a bunch of flowers] For you, my dear. Lili Von Shtupp: Oh... how ordinawy. [throws away flowers]
Bart: Checkmate. Jim: What? Bart: Checkmate. Jim: Why, you devious son of a bitch. [picking up his whiskey bottle] Jim: Happy days.
Jim: [Bart comes in after spending the night with Lili Von Stupp] Oh deary dear. Look what the cat dragged in.
Buddy Bizarre: [after the rehersal] Everybody got that? [the actors answer with a heavily lisping "yethhhh"] Buddy Bizarre: Sounds like steam escaping.
