Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?
You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.
Do you know, by the way, that German is the only language in the world that has a word for ‘pleasure derived from the misfortune of others’? Schadenfreude.
Sara?” Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me. “Yes, sir?” “Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.
Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.
Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.
It only wakes up the burning desire I always feel whenever I'm close to this man and the shadows of my fears back away. — Skye
Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.
Today is yesterday's victory, yesterday is tomorrow's conquest, and tomorrow is today's war. Though I face death, I am not fearsome.
A blanket isn’t the solution, a blanket is the problem. I say we burn all the blankets, along with the bodies of the unbelievers.
Is our blood not the same color? Do we not bleed the same or share each other's burdens? ... What makes you and I so different, Ayden?
Everything and everyone has a place to be, Echo. It’s just a matter of how they get there and when. You have a place; you just have to find it.
People like you don’t go mad, Vi. They’re quiet on the outside and loud on the inside and sane as the day is long
You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.
While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.
Every reading is partial, but that does not absolve us from the quest for meaning, which defines us as a species.
We both fell asleep wrapped up together with the wolves still lullaby-ing us in the background
She would rather remain silent, but her voice is no longer something to fear. It’s strong. Powerful. A weapon of emotions.
Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.
Why aren’t you smiling?” Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video. “Because this is the beginning, not the end.
You can never hurt me, And you will never cause me pain Cause you're made of fire, And I'm the heavy rain.
