My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.
I should never have played with fire and I did. And I got very burned.
We plant our roots in trembling earth, we live where mountains rose and fell and prehistoric seas burned away in mist. We and the towns we have built are not permanent; the earth itself is a passing train.
It wasn't until I started to do 'Poison River' that the readership started falling. 'Poison River' started out very slowly and simply, but then it got really dense and complicated. I don't know, I think the readers just got fed up or burned out. They started dropping off.
We all remember how many religious wars were fought for a religion of love and gentleness; how many bodies were burned alive with the genuinely kind intention of saving souls from the eternal fire of hell.
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.
When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.
America must be burned! America is no good at all.
They were beginning to burn churches. They were beginning to move beyond crosses. . . They burned churches because they understood that the Christian faith was what inspired the movement and kept it going.
I have always been on the side of the heretics, against those who burned them, because the heretics so often turned out to be right. . . . Dead, but right.
[W]hat have we done with our forests? Chopped them, and burned them, and wasted them; and now almost the last of the great stands of timber are here on the Pacific slope. We are in the center of the best of them. Probably nowhere on earth does there exist a forest to compare in continuous grandeur and unqualified beauty with the Redwoods that are found along the Eel River and to the north.
Only those who are being burned know what fire is like.
No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.
I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.
It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.
Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too.
You don’t need to be burned out to go on hiatus.
If you do things when you're burned out, it'll make you bitter.
When my reputation was at its height, classmates insulted me right to my face as I walked down the hall. When a teacher called on me, boys snickered and girls rolled their eyes. My body and face burned. I felt mortified. I contemplated suicide.
I thought I knew who you were, but I see now you were a lesson to learn, and all I am to you now is a bridge that’s been burned.