56 Quotes About Burn

They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide our children. Their aim is to make us fear life itself! They want us to hate. They want us to hate 'the other'. They want us to practice aggression and perfect antagonism. Their aim is to divide us all! They want us to be inhuman. They want us to throw out our kindness. They want us to bury our love and burn our hope. Their aim is to take all our light! They think their bricked walls will separate us. They think their damned bombs will defeat us. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that my soul and your soul are old friends. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that when they cut you I bleed. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that we will never be afraid, we will never hate and we will never be silent for life is ours! . Kamand Kojouri

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good. Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please . Charlotte Eriksson

Until every soul is freely permitted to investigate every book, and creed, and dogma for itself, the world cannot be free. Mankind will be enslaved until there is mental grandeur enough to allow each man to have his thought and say. This earth will be a paradise when men can, upon all these questions differ, and yet grasp each other's hands as friends. It is amazing to me that a difference of opinion upon subjects that we know nothing with certainty about, should make us hate, persecute, and despise each other. Why a difference of opinion upon predestination, or the trinity, should make people imprison and burn each other seems beyond the comprehension of man; and yet in all countries where Christians have existed, they have destroyed each other to the exact extent of their power. Why should a believer in God hate an atheist? Surely the atheist has not injured God, and surely he is human, capable of joy and pain, and entitled to all the rights of man. Would it not be far better to treat this atheist, at least, as well as he treats us? Christians tell me that they love their enemies, and yet all I ask is–not that they love their enemies, not that they love their friends even, but that they treat those who differ from them, with simple fairness. We do not wish to be forgiven, but we wish Christians to so act that we will not have to forgive them. If all will admit that all have an equal right to think, then the question is forever solved; but as long as organized and powerful churches, pretending to hold the keys of heaven and hell, denounce every person as an outcast and criminal who thinks for himself and denies their authority, the world will be filled with hatred and suffering. To hate man and worship God seems to be the sum of all the creeds. . Robert G. Ingersoll

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I’m that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me. . Kamand Kojouri

For all these stars, nothing is new. They’ve seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too. They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood. They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud. They’ve seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed. They’ve seen the treesand the seas emptied. Yet, you won’t hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years, proclaims: 'I have lived! ' Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true, the families, the friends, none of it is new. All of it–even the me and you. Kamand Kojouri

I write our names on the page. What of it, if the paper will be burned? I write our names in the sand. What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves? I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted, but what of it? I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant. Kamand Kojouri

When has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope. Robin Hobb

Sometimes I just want to paint the words "It's my fault" across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me. Christina Westover

No Student can stand the Gruel of Sports Training unless she has a Passion for Fame. Vineet Raj Kapoor

Don't ask me why am I not fine, don't say a word just come and hug me. Even if I don't hug you back at that very moment, don't let me go. Hug me more tightly, let me hear your heart beating for me, let me feel the warmth of you inside your arms when your hand is rubbing my back and your fingers are moving through my hair, burn down all my insecurities with your love. Akshay Vasu

I took him to the river and said “let’s watch something drown, ” So he took a stoneand I took my necklaceand we threw it all together, the way I always think I will get better in July. Things will change and sounds won’t acheand I gave my heart to uncertainty so many times, and so I took him to the river, threw the necklace in the river to slowly watch it drown, or burn, or fade awaylike I’ve done so many times. Charlotte Eriksson

The worst grudge is being told that you are forgiven, yet your sins are still glowing in their hearts like a burning coal. Michael Bassey Johnson

Let's burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend, under the witness of star-clouds, let us vow to reclaim our true selves. Done with hiding and weary of lying, we'll reconcile without and within. Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns, we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;blinking at the blazing, wondrous colorswe somehow failed to notice before. John Mark Green

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat." No, Katniss! No! You can't go! " But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go! " And finally she does. . Suzanne Collins

Life is about discovering your passion and creating a fire to burn inside of you. Let your passion drive you! Chris Burkmenn

You have a dedication to life and truth that burns out of you as beauty and I envy it so much I want to be around it for the rest of my life. Trevor D. Richardson

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty, Its slow lit fuse that burns holes In the shabby shroud of death forever. Scott Hastie

You are like that spark of fire, that fell on a leaf and burnt the whole tree down gradually. Look at me now, all you can see is the memories and reflections of a tree that stood tall and strong once before. But I will not let you win. I will show you, how life can rise again from just ashes and dust. Akshay Vasu

Hunter’s entire body writhed and squirmed. The side of his head was partly gone. A creature, like some monstrous melding of insect and eel, protruded from Hunter’s shoulder and as they stood there rooted in horror it took a vicious bite of Hunter’s flesh. Taylor was suddenly gone. Dekka’s face was grim, her eyes wet.“ I tried. , ” Hunter said. He held up his hands, mimicked pressing them against his head. “It didn’t work.”“ I can do it, ” Sam said softly.“ I’m scared, ” Hunter said.“ I know.”“ It’s ’cause I killed Harry. God has to punish me. I tried to be good but I’m bad.”“ No, Hunter, ” Sam said gently. “You paid your dues. You fed the kids. You’re a good guy.”“ I’m a good hunter.”“ The best.”“ I don’t know what’s happening. What’s happening, Sam?”“It’s just the FAYZ, Hunter, ” Sam said.“ Can the angels find me here so I can go to heaven?” Sam didn’t answer. It was Dekka who spoke. “Do you still remember any prayers, Hunter?”The insectlike creature was almost completely emerged from Hunter’s shoulder. Legs were becoming visible. It had wings folded against its body. It looked like a gigantic ant, or wasp, but silver and brass and covered with a sheen of slime. It was emerging like a chicken breaking out of an egg. Being born. And as the creature was born, it fed on Hunter’s numbed body. Jerky movements beneath Hunter’s shirt testified to more of the larvae emerging.“ Do you remember ‘now I lay me down to sleep’?” Dekka asked.“ Now I lay me down to sleep, ” Hunter said. “I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” Sam raised his hands, palms out.“ If I should die–” Twin beams of light hit Hunter’s chest and face. His shirt caught fire. Flesh melted. He was dead before he could feel anything. Sam played the light up and down Hunter’s body. The smell was sickening. Jack wanted to look away, but how could he? Sudden darkness as Sam terminated the light. Sam lowered his hands to his side. They stood there in the darkness. Jack breathed through his mouth, trying not to smell the burned flesh. Then they heard a sound. Many sounds. Sam raised his hands and pale light glowed. Hunter was all but gone. The things that had been inside him were still there. Michael Grant

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside. Egon Schiele

Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally. Kamand Kojouri

Too often the spotlight that highlights our successes burns out quickly, while the spotlight that scrutinizes our failures is a long-life bulb. Craig D. Lounsbrough

May the bridges I burn light the way Moosa Rahat

Wounds are inspirations to make us stronger than the sun which blazes the day to be longer Munia Khan

From ashes I came To ashes, I'll return. But tonight I'm content To sit here and burn. C.B. Roberts

You turned the page, i burned the book. Anonymous

Sam, can you, you know, like burn that concrete off her hands?”“ No. I can’t aim that precisely.”“ I don’t even know what can be done, ” Edilio said as he fed the girl another microscopic bite of food. “You try and break that stuff off with a sledge hammer or something, or even a hammer and a chisel, it’s going to really hurt. Probably break every bone in her hands, man.”“ Who would have done this to her?” Lana wondered.“ That’s a Coates Academy uniform, ” Astrid answered. “We’re probably not far from there. Michael Grant

And everything burned in blue, everything a star Pablo Neruda

I might be old and ugly now, but you started that way, Jack. Regina Sirois

They lit her wings with the flames, but she raised to the sky soaring over the clouds until the whole sky caught fire. She flew staring at the destruction with her cold eyes, while the clouds came down as the balls of fire and burnt everyone, who tried to take her wings away into ashes. Akshay Vasu

I will always continue to love the way how the fire inside you burnt everyone around it, But took me in its arms and kept me warm. Akshay Vasu

You tasted like fire And I miss that. So, at times I drank a little. And at times, I drank too much. But I only drank Till it burned me enough. Saiber

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother...' - A Girl Worth Fighting For (song) David Zippel

What happened?” she asked, dropping to the damp ground beside Win. “Has Merripen been burned?” “Yes, on his back.” Win ripped a makeshift bandage from the hem of her own gown. “Beatrix, would you take this, please, and soak it in water?” Without a word, Beatrix scampered to the trough at the handpump. Win stroked Merripen’s thick black hair as he rested his head on his forearms. His breath hissed unevenly through his teeth. “Does it hurt, or is it numb?” Amelia asked. “Hurts like the devil, ” he choked out. “That’s a good sign. A burn is much more serious if it’s numb.” He turned his head to give her a speaking glance. Lisa Kleypas

What has become clear from the science is that we cannot burn all of the fossil fuels without creating a very different planet. James Hansen

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak. August Strindberg

Nowhere else in history has there ever been a flag that stands for the right to burn itself. This is the fractal of our flag. It stands for the right to destroy itself. Ken Kesey

Money may kindle, but it cannot by itself, and for very long, burn. Igor Stravinsky

The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn. David Russell

To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. Walter Pater

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. Thomas Gray

For fitness, I've just bought a watch which keeps a track of how many calories I burn, what's my heart rate, which is very fascinating. Yami Gautam