Jellon Lamb: [dying words] There's night and day brother, both sweet things. Sun and Moon and stars, all sweet things. And quiet, there's a wind on the east. Life is very sweet, brother. Arthur Burns: Life is very sweet, brother, who would wish to di...
Sally Albright: The first date back is always the toughest, Harry. Harry Burns: You only had one date. How do you know it's not going to get worse? Sally Albright: How much worse can it get than finishing dinner, having him reach over, pull a hair ou...
The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black... No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don't care if The...
To Hell we have already been.
It is better to burn than to disappear.
He'll burn the world for her
Doctors and patients need as much data as possible to make an informed decision about what treatment is best.
We will definitely not burn the Koran, no. Not today, not ever.
To me, the AMC brand is great storytelling - they call it slow-burn storytelling.
Since there will be no one left to talk peace after the next war, it makes good sense to break with tradition and hold the peace conference first.
When I look into the future, it's so bright it burns my eyes.
A message prepared in the mind reaches a mind; a message prepared in a life reaches a life.
...I gotta burn these scales... sigh*
my stomach turned and burned with the acid of failure
I've been burn when it comes to my hair that it ain't no joke.
The brightest candles burn out faster
We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.
But the only measure that he knows is desire desire for power and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this we shall put him out of recko...
Disgust with injustice may sharpen the desire for justice. Readers who don’t see this connection merely wish to be entertained, and I have neither skill nor desire to turn the agony of a people into entertainment.
Remember how it feels, Silent One. That murderous rage, and how it makes your blood boil. Remember, and let it carry you the rest of the way—only, learn to freeze it, as well, because the best killers are those who can put their desires on ice.
I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter’s supple breasts—to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only A...
