#burn

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#ellen-hopkins #life #living #love #luck

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish. ↗

— Stephen King

#dark-tower #death #fire #roland #stephen-king

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#conflagration #desire #love #veins #love

Oh, what is brighter than the light? What is darker than the night? What is keener than an axe? What is softer than melting wax? Truth is brighter than the light, Falsehood darker than the night. Revenge is keener than an axe, And love is softer than melting wax. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bridget #burning-bright #light #poetry #riddle

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#bridges #burning #heart #love #nadege

Lust starts with chemistry. Love starts with trust and respect. ↗

— Marian Lanouette

#if-i-fail #jake-carrington #love #respect #trust

Sarah: "Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever... ↗

— James O'Barr

#but-real-love-is-forever #people-die #love

How long?” Jayce’s scalding breath singed the side of Wes’ neck as he spoke against his skin. “Does Scotto know about you and me? Does he know I’m the one who ruined you for him and all men?” Bastard was so full of himself. Wes remained quiet and ceased his struggles. He could breathe since Jayce’s hold wasn’t too tight. But his chest heaved and his groin throbbed like a mother. He hated how he responded to the slightest touch from Jayce. ↗

— Avril Ashton

#jayce-santana #make-me-burn #wes-dumont #men

Today you go into make a modern recording with all this technology. The bass plays first, then the drums come in later, then they track the trumpet and the singer comes in and they ship the tape somewhere. Well, none of the musicians have played together. You can’t play jazz music that way. In order for you to play jazz, you’ve got to listen to them. The music forces you at all times to address what other people are thinking and for you to interact with them with empathy and to deal with the process of working things out. And that’s how our music really could teach what the meaning of American democracy is. ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#democracy #jazz #ken-burns #music