June Carter: It burns. It burns.
Ask a burning question, get a burning answer
And if we burn, you burn with us.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Men who desire the flesh seek the sensual. Men who desire the soul seek the soul. Men who desire the mind seek the brainy. But only few men desire the soul and the mind without the flesh.
If we blind them to The Adversary —decrease their desire for The Desire— while at the same time encourage them to do anything else they desire with increasing “freedom of choice,” then eventually we snuff out desire while leaving demand in ta...
He rose up over her, intending to enter he when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen ...
Marcus Luttrell: [narrating] There's a storm inside of us. I've heard many team guys speak of this. A burning. A river. A drive. An unrelenting desire to push yourself harder and further than anyone could think possible. Pushing ourselves into those ...
The doctrine of eternal punishment is in perfect harmony with the savagery of the men who made the orthodox creeds. It is in harmony with torture, with flaying alive, and with burnings. The men who burned their fellow-men for a moment, believed that ...
When I was 20, 21 years old, I had just got married. Put yourself in my wife's shoes. All of these fans all across the world would have Donny Osmond burning - record-burning parties. They would put my albums and burn them.
Hildy Johnson: Walter! Walter Burns: What? Hildy Johnson: The mayor's first wife, what was her name? Walter Burns: You mean the one with the wart on her? Hildy Johnson: Right. Walter Burns: Fanny!
Melancholy can be good for the soul.
Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone.
The man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.
A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.
we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we are an unwanted burning as we sizzle and fry to the bone the coals of Dante's 'Inferno' spit and sputter beneath us...
Whoever lives within himself is burning with love.
A single stick may smoke, but it will not burn.
One spark is enough to burn a hundred worlds.
We are no more than candles burning in the wind.
If you play with fire you get burned.
