He who has no spoon will burn his hands.
The person who has burned their fingers often asks for tongs.
A piece of wood that has been burned easily catches fire.
Sally Albright: I don't have to take this crap from you. Harry Burns: If you're so over Joe, why aren't you seeing anyone? Sally Albright: I see people. Harry Burns: See people? Have you slept with one person since you broke up with Joe? Sally Albrig...
Kiril." His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips. Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her -- or himself -- the pleasure that awaited.
And I guess I'm the assignment that will put you right with your family?" "Yes." "It's no' going to happen, lass." She turned her head to him. "Then why did you bring me with you tonight?" "Something I've been asking myself.
His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi’s kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo ...
Alexandria: They burned it. Roy Walker: Who burned it? Alexandria: Angry people. Roy Walker: I'm sorry to hear that. Alexandria: Hmm? Roy Walker: I said I'm sorry to hear that. Alexandria: [confused] ... angry people. Roy Walker: Yeah, I know I'm jus...
Harry Burns: You know how a year to a person is like seven years to a dog? Sally Albright: Is one of us supposed to be a DOG in this scenario? Harry Burns: Yes. Sally Albright: Who is the dog? Harry Burns: You are. Sally Albright: I am? I am the dog?...
God dances with the outcast.
He says everything like it happened to someone else.
The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.
Fire will run like poetry through your blood.
I will always be a girl that laughs as easily as she cries.
Desire, burning desire, is basic to achieving anything beyond the ordinary.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
Where books are burned, they will, in the end, burn people, too.
I don't see myself necessarily having a burning desire to write a symphony.
Charlie Burns: They're hanging Mikey come Christmas day. Arthur Burns: When's Christmas, Charlie?
I have a message for president snow, you can bomb us but if we burn, you burn with us!
Harry Burns: With whom did you have this great sex? Sally Albright: I'm not going to tell you that. Harry Burns: Fine, don't tell me. Sally Albright: Shel Gordon. Harry Burns: Shel? Sheldon? No, no, you did not have great sex with Sheldon. Sally Albr...
