Burn Quotes

“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

“Thank you,” I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.”
“You want to thank me, Barrow?” she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. “Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.” (300)”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“I meant does it hurt when you hide every last shred of your individuality and self worth behind acres of silk and cups of powder and smiles that never, no matter how hard you try, reach your eyes?”
― Melissa de la Cruz, Alex and Eliza

“Love, they said, burns you
and builds you.
But with you,
there’s no ash.
Just light.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Write down everything you fear in life.
Burn it.
Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.”
― Yoko Ono, Acorn

“Mrs. de Morgan- How can you stand to be near him now that you know he has taken a life?
Veronica- Because, Mrs. de Morgan, I have taken two.”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Treacherous Curse

“Your wit never ceases to underwhelm me.”
― A.E. Kirk, Midnight Poison

“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

“Every time he said those words it was like a supernova of joy exploding inside me. I just didn’t yet know that supernovas burn so brightly because a catastrophe is taking place. That lesson would come later.”
― David Clawson, My Fairy Godmother is a Drag Queen

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

“May the fire in your soul, burn down all the fences and walls which this society is trying to build around you.”
― Akshay Vasu

“If you want to burn yourself, go ahead."
He does, and I try not to gasp. "I don't mind it. Sometimes it reminds me that I'm awake.”
― Dhonielle Clayton, The Belles

“Sometimes our whole life is all about, not letting the fire that burns our homes down become the light that guides us home.”
― Akshay Vasu

“He sat beside the window in the dark, with his eyes closed. Hearing to the sound of the rain. The whisky in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.”
― Akshay Vasu

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

“Ashes have no fear to burn in hell
In your heart's paradise angels dwell
Rib cage fastens all sins of the wrong
Your bones will sing you mortality’s song”
― Munia Khan

“It’s not as easy as you’d think, burning a dead creature. Flesh and skin want to cook and crisp and char rather than ignite.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“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

“Your mom shoulda told you she was just the diseased old slit all the local hobos used as a cum dumpster when they drank away their money and couldn't afford new porno mags.”
― Matthew Rosenberg, 4 Kids Walk Into a Bank

“Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel is the constant longing for the darkness.”
― Akshay Vasu

“Sometimes, he gets on my nerves;
At other times, I burn the ladder.”
― Sanhita Baruah

“I glance down at my threadbare t-shirt and baggy flannelette pyjama bottoms.”
― Paula Weston, Burn

“If you go to heaven, better earn it. If you go to hell, better earn it too! Either way, you'd better burn for what you live for and for where you are going. And you better get there knowing you burned for it. What do you feel? What do you want? What do you burn for? This is what makes you human, this is what gives you a soul. This is what earns you heaven or hell.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Sam walked cautiously around Pack Leader to see the other side. There were the insect jaws protruding from the matted fur. Two, maybe three of them.
“I came for hunter kill me,” Pack Leader said.
Sam knew this was not the original Pack Leader. Lana had killed that Pack Leader. But whether this was the second coyote to hold the title or some other coyote, he didn’t know. This one had slightly better powers of speech than the first.
“Hunter’s dead,” Sam said.
“You kill.”
“Yes.”
“Kill me, Bright Hands.”
Sam had no sympathy for the coyote. The coyotes had participated in the town plaza massacre. There were bodies buried in the cemetery that had been so badly ripped by coyote teeth that they were unrecognizable.
“The flying snakes cause this?” Sam asked, pointing at the awful parasites.
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
Pack Leader made a purely coyote growl deep in his throat. “No words.”
“Then show us,” Sam said. “Take us to them.”
“Then you burn me?”
“Then I’ll burn you.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“How to build a fire: stay true to your perspective! Then burn.”
― Ralph L Harmon

“Some women nodded, others shook their heads. I would have killed myself before I let one of them move into my house.

Would you Helen? Would you really?”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“You must burn with the desire to seek new things and investigate information”
― Sunday Adelaja

“There is a fire that burns in soul.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“If the inner [intent] is not spoilt, it means “Our Own Self” did not spoilt. That which has become spoilt on the outside will burn in the funeral pyre; whether it improves or not.”
― Dada Bhagwan

“When he was three years old Jackie ran into the house crying. I asked, "What's happened? What's wrong?"
He showed me his bleeding hand - the palm of his hand had been scraped.
"How did you do that? It isn't bad! Did you hurt it on something dirty?" I patted the blood away with a tissue. He stopped crying; he pressed against me with his wet face.
My husband said, coming into the kitchen, "Let's see what happened -"
He took Jackie's hand and stared down at it. Jackie's hand was very small in his; his own hand was not clean. He had been working on the lawn mower. "Should this be washed out or what?" he said, looking at me. "You think there's some germs in it?"
"I'd better wash it out."
I turned on the hot water.
"Maybe it should be sterilised. It should be washed out good," my husband said slowly. He stared down at Jackie's hand and for a few seconds he was silent. He loved Jackie very much; he was always afraid of Jackie getting hit by a car. Now Jackie tried to get away from him, uneasy. My husband looked strange, as if the sight of blood frightened him.
"I can wash it out. I'll put a bandage on it," I said.
He paid no attention to me. Instead, he turned on one of the electric burners of the stove, still holding Jackie's hand. "If it was something rusty... if it was some dirt, some filth, he could get very sick," my husband said. "The germs should be all killed."
"What? What are you going to do?"
"I know what to do," he said irritably, vaguely.
"All it needs is a bandage...."
Jackie began to cry, afraid of his father. He tried to get away. "Goddam it, hold still! You want to get lockjaw or something? Why is this kid always crying?" He pulled Jackie to the stove and before I could stop him he pressed his palm down onto the burner - Jackie screamed, kicked, broke away - it was all over in a second.
"You're crazy! You burned him!" I cried.
My husband stared at me. Jackie was screaming, gasping for breath, he had backed away against the kitchen table. His screams rose higher and higher. My husband stared at him and at me, very pale.
"You're crazy!" I shouted at him.
I ran cold water for Jackie to stick his hand under. The burn was not bad - the stove hadn't been hot enough.
"I didn't mean to hurt him," my husband said slowly, "I... I don't know what...."
"Putting his hand on the stove! God, you must be crazy!"
There was something pulsating in me, a bright, thrilling nerve - I wanted to laugh in my husband's face, I wanted to claw at him, I wanted to gather Jackie up in my arms and run out of the house with him! I hated my husband and I was glad that he had made such a stupid mistake. I was glad he had burned Jackie and that Jackie was crying in my arms, pressing against me, terrified of his father.
"I don't know what I was thinking off," he said. His voice was vague and slow and surprised. "I didn't mean...I'm sorry...."
"Don't scare him anymore!"
"I'm sorry. I must be going crazy...."
"Where did you ever get such an idea?"
He rubbed his hands violently across his face, across his eyes.
"Jesus, I must be going crazy," he said.
"You're just lucky the stove wasn't hot."
Jackie kept crying, frightened. I took him into the bathroom and put a bandage on the cut - only a small scratch - no real burn at all.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Marriages and Infidelities