Molten Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
even-rock-was-molten-one-day-srinivas-shenoy
on-day-when-sky-will-be-like-molten-brass-almaarij-8
iron-is-taken-out-of-the-earth-and-brass-is-molten-out-of-the-stone
like-molten-lead-boiling-inside-bellies-addukhan-45
little-symbols-love-are-like-molten-lava-theres-something-even-hotter-below-surface-dixie-waters
if-you-ever-drop-your-keys-into-river-molten-lava-let-em-go-because-man-theyre-gone-jack-handy
if-you-ever-drop-your-keys-into-river-molten-lava-let-go-because-theyre-gone-man-theyre-gone-jack-handey
they-made-a-calf-in-horeb-and-worshipped-the-molten-image
thou-shalt-make-thee-no-molten-gods
if-you-ever-drop-your-keys-into-a-river-of-molten-lava-letem-go-because-man-theyre-gone
who-hath-formed-a-god-or-molten-a-graven-image-that-is-profitable-for-nothing
turn-ye-not-unto-idols-nor-make-to-yourselves-molten-gods-i-am-the-lord-your-god
behold-they-are-all-vanity-their-works-are-nothing-their-molten-images-are-wind-and-confusion
hast-thou-with-him-spread-out-the-sky-which-is-strong-and-as-a-molten-looking-glass
for-he-walked-in-the-ways-of-the-kings-of-israel-and-made-also-molten-images-for-baalim
i-am-drop-gold-he-would-say-i-am-molten-matter-returned-from-core-earth-to-tell-you-interior-things-anne-carson
basically-dating-is-like-climbing-volcano-you-never-know-when-its-going-to-erupt-dumping-molten-lava-burning-you-robin-bielman
four-billion-years-ago-planet-earth-was-molten-rock-now-it-sings-opera-brian-swimme
his-voice-sounded-like-molten-metal-as-if-he-had-something-thick-at-back-his-throat-it-was-making-him-sound-deeper-richer-than-he-actually-was-charlotte-stein
deep-under-our-feet-earth-holds-its-molten-breath-while-bones-countless-generations-watch-us-wait-isaac-marion
from-heaven-to-hell-as-was-written-steel-will-be-molten-mixed-with-blood-heroes-gods-now-are-fighting-toether-forever-once-for-all-highlord
the-sun-was-molten-coin-burning-circle-in-lowhanging-overcast-surrounded-by-fairyring-moisture-stephen-king
yea-when-they-had-made-them-a-molten-calf-and-said-this-is-thy-god-that-brought-thee-up-out-of-egypt-and-had-wrought-great-provocations
inebriate-air-am-i-and-debauchee-dew-reeling-thro-endless-summer-days-from-inns-molten-blue-emily-dickinson
the-hardened-mass-liquid-stones-had-much-stronger-qualities-than-those-which-had-simply-torn-the-skin-remained-recognisable-part-molten-stone-andy-goldsworthy
the-intrinsic-brightness-thesun-is-fully-5000-times-as-great-as-if-whole-surface-were-formed-molten-steel-just-issuing-from-bessemer-converter-robert-stawell-ball
opinionated-writing-is-always-most-difficult-simply-because-it-involves-retaining-in-cold-morningafter-crystal-printed-word-burning-flow-molten-gavin-lyall
lust-in-molten-soul-here-in-hell-where-visions-sing-streets-are-paved-in-coal-i-will-see-you-through-your-feats-i-will-save-you-prodigy-thats-wretched
they-shall-be-turned-back-they-shall-be-greatly-ashamed-that-trust-in-graven-images-that-say-to-the-molten-images-ye-are-our-gods
id-rather-fall-in-molten-lava-than-fall-in-love-but-i-suppose-thats-just-romantic-me-jarod-kintz
my-god-sage-your-eyes-how-have-i-never-noticed-them-when-you-stand-in-light-theyre-amazing-like-molten-gold-i-could-paint-those-theyre-beautiful-youre-beautiful-richelle-mead
once-my-heart-beat-to-rhythm-falling-snow-blackened-below-river-now-flows-a-stream-molten-virgin-snow-nightwish
you-erased-my-famine-unpicked-my-anger-your-energy-charges-my-voice-it-radiates-my-heart-now-i-am-alive-with-ore-words-pouring-from-my-lips-like-molten-lava-glittering-with-joy-r
go-deeper-than-love-for-soul-has-greater-depths-love-is-like-grass-but-heart-is-deep-wild-rock-molten-yet-dense-permanent-d-h-lawrence
the-world-yearns-this-is-its-sure-gravity-attraction-bodies-earth-for-molten-star-moon-for-earth-a-hand-for-orb-breast-this-is-its-movement-too-motion-desire-longing-toward-aliso
and-heart-sounds-like-sour-conch-calls-oh-sea-oh-lament-oh-molten-panic-scattered-in-unlucky-disheveled-waves-sea-reports-sonorously-on-its-languid-shadows-its-green-poppies-pabl
since-love-first-made-breast-instrumentof-fierce-lamenting-by-its-flame-my-heartwas-molten-to-mirror-like-rosei-pluck-my-breast-apart-that-i-may-hangthis-mirror-in-your-sightgaze
since-love-first-made-breast-instrument-of-fierce-lamenting-by-its-flame-my-heart-was-molten-to-mirror-like-rose-i-pluck-my-breast-apart-that-i-muhammad-iqbal
I've just come to my room, Livy darling, I guess this was the memorable night of my life. By George, I never was so stirred since I was born. I heard four speeches which I can never forget... one by that splendid old soul, Col. Bob Ingersoll, - oh, it was just the supremest combination of English words that was ever put together since the world began... How handsome he looked, as he stood on that table, in the midst of those 500 shouting men, and poured the molten silver from his lips! What an organ is human speech when it is played by a master! How pale those speeches are in print, but how radiant, how full of color, how blinding they were in the delivery! It was a great night, a memorable night. I doubt if America has seen anything quite equal to it. I am well satisfied I shall not live to see its equal again... Bob Ingersoll's music will sing through my memory always as the divinest that ever enchanted my ears. And I shall always see him, as he stood that night on a dinner-table, under the flash of lights and banners, in the midst of seven hundred frantic shouters, the most beautiful human creature that ever lived... You should have seen that vast house rise to its feet; you should have heard the hurricane that followed. That's the only test! People might shout, clap their hands, stamp, wave their napkins, but none but the master can make them get up on their feet. {Twain's letter to his wife, Livy, about friend Robert Ingersoll's incredible speech at 'The Grand Banquet', considered to be one of the greatest oratory performances of all time}

Mark Twain
ive-just-come-to-my-room-livy-darling-i-guess-this-was-memorable-night-my-life-by-george-i-never-was-stirred-since-i-was-born-i-heard-four-speeches-which-i-can-never-forget-one-b
(...)Through the ship's telescopes, he had watched the death of the solar system. With his own eyes, he had seen the volcanoes of Mars erupt for the first time in a billion years; Venus briefly naked as her atmosphere was blasted into space before she herself was consumed; the gas giants exploding into incandescent fireballs. But these were empty, meaningless spectacles compared with the tragedy of Earth. That, too, he had watched through the lenses of cameras that had survived a few minutes longer than the devoted men who had sacrificed the last moments of their lives to set them up. He had seen... the Great Pyramid, glowing dully red before it slumped into a puddle of molten stone... the floor of the Atlantic, baked rock-hard in seconds, before it was submerged again, by the lava gushing from the volcanoes of the Mid-ocean Rift... the Moon rising above the flaming forests of Brazil and now itself shining almost as brilliantly as had the Sun, on its last setting, only minutes before... the continent of Antarctica emerging briefly after its long burial, as the kilometres of ancient ice were burned away... the mighty central span of the Gibraltar Bridge, melting even as it slumped downward through the burning air... In that last century the Earth was haunted with ghosts - not of the dead, but of those who now could never be born. For five hundred years the birthrate had been held at a level that would reduce the human population to a few millions when the end finally came. Whole cities - even countries - had been deserted as mankind huddled together for History's closing act.

Arthur C. Clarke
through-ships-telescopes-he-had-watched-death-solar-system-with-his-own-eyes-he-had-seen-volcanoes-mars-erupt-for-first-time-in-billion-years-venus-briefly-naked-as-her-atmospher
He's close enough now that I can hear his footfall on the pavement, and I know my chances of outrunning him are slim. I'm practically in a full sprint, and my pounding heart is begging me to take it down a notch. I try to will my feet to keep pace with its beat; but I think it's humanly impossible to run that fast. And then it dawns on me that my footsteps are the only ones I hear. Somewhere along the way, Tristan's must have come to a stop. And I can't quite explain why I'm running this fast in the first place. I slow to a jog, intending to just pick up with my original pace; but I can't seem to suck in breaths fast enough to propel my feet any further. My molten shoes stutter to a stop, as my hands come to rest on my knees. I'm still wheezily sucking in breath after breath of thick, humid air, when I warily turn to look over my shoulder. Tristan's standing about fifty feet back, hands on his hips and a completely flummoxed twist in his forehead, his chest rising and falling with equally winded gasps. Evidently I was running faster than I gave myself credit for. As he silently watches me, regaining his breath as I do mine, the confusion on his face turns to undeniable hurt (and not the physical kind). I've wounded him, and I can't even explain why. Man, I really am an ass. I start the slow walk of shame back to where he stands, one hand upon my hip as I pull in a few more calming deep breaths. I'm debating whether to concoct some excuse for my behavior... Maybe I left my contacts out today, and didn't recognize his face? Who would blame me for running for my life, if a stranger seemed to be following me? But as I amble closer-his wrinkled forehead already fading in the wake of a welcoming smile-I decide not to dig myself a deeper hole. I'm already a straight-up jerk. I'd rather not add lying to my repertoire.

M.A. George
hes-close-enough-now-that-i-can-hear-his-footfall-on-pavement-i-know-my-chances-outrunning-him-are-slim-im-practically-in-full-sprint-my-pounding-heart-is-begging-me-to-take-it-d
She shivered under his touch, desire dampening her panties and making her clench her thighs together in an attempt to find some relief. His devilish hands relaxed their grip on her hips and slid around to cup her ass, pulling her close. Thick, hard evidence of his desire pressed against her belly. God, she wanted this man, and not just to silent the stressful thoughts always swirling in her head. She wanted him, not just the divine moment of oblivion that blocked out everything else. The realization scared her and brought some unwanted reality into the room. "We shouldn't be doing this." "Why?" He made quick work of the buttons on her petal-pink cashmere sweater and parted her cardigan. Sean gave a soft growl as he stared at her silver satin pushup bra that presented her boobs like an all-you-can-lick buffet. "Because I'm your employee?" He licked his lips and slid his thumb across the satin covering her hard nipple. "Yes, " she said, sighing. An answer to his question or a response to even the lightest of touches? Both. "Easy fix." He snapped the front closure of her bra and her tits tumbled out. "I quit." Bending forward, he lifted one heavy globe and took the hard nub into his hot mouth. Fire sizzled through her veins and it felt so good she couldn't wait to burn. "You can't quit." She reached down for the top button of his jeans and flicked it open. "We need you. I need you." He released her nipple and she groaned in frustration. Then he found the hem of her skirt and inched it higher and the soft groan that floated out of her mouth was for a whole other reason. "Hire me back in about an hour or, better yet, a few days." The cool air caressed her upper thighs as he raised her skirt, but it wasn't enough to relieve the molten heat engulfing her. "I like how you think.

Avery Flynn
she-shivered-under-his-touch-desire-dampening-her-panties-making-her-clench-her-thighs-together-in-attempt-to-find-some-relief-his-devilish-hands-relaxed-their-grip-on-her-hips-s
I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells - Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! - From the molten - golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells - Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now - now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale - faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people - They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone - They are neither man nor woman - They are neither brute nor human - They are Ghouls: - And their king it is who tolls: - And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells: - Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells: - To the sobbing of the bells: - Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells - To the tolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, - To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Edgar Allan Poe
i-hear-sledges-with-bells-silver-bells-what-world-merriment-their-melody-foretells-how-they-tinkle-tinkle-tinkle-in-icy-air-night-while-stars-that-oversprinkle-all-heavens-seem-t