Best skins & fire Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

Source: Forests of the Heart

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, while we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.”

May Stills Soul Running Sports Pleasure Morning Sun Fire Tears Willing Bird Skins Balls Instant Our Time Iron Gates Rough Sweetness Strife Prey Dew Hue Amorous Languish Morning Dew Birds Of Prey

Author:Andrew Marvell

“You don't know. When I'm out there at night I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and fingernails, everything, it's like I'm full of electricity and I'm glowing in the dark - I'm on fire almost - I'm burning away into nothing - but it doesn't matter because I know exactly who I am.”

Knows Feels I Can Matter Body Moving Night Dark My Own Fire Blood Skins Who I Am Burning Electricity Glowing Fingernails

Book:The Things They Carried

Source: The Things They Carried

“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

Ifs Love Beauty Fire Moon Skins Inner Beauty Beauty Within Beauty Inside And Outer Beauty

Author:Pablo Neruda

“Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come in, and now we'll keep house.”

Source: The Cat that Walked by Himself (English French Edition illustrated): Le Chat qui s’en va tout seul (Anglais Français édition illustré)

“like our parents always told us not to like firefighters warn against we're playing games and making the rules up as we go we're matching warmth to warmth starting fires burning wishes into our skin we're hidden holding forbidden lights we're children whose fathers have never taught never touch but we're finding these new flames we smother at the sound of footsteps.”

Source: Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25

“I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.”

Thinking Want I Can Waiting Fire Blood Drink Taste Skins Want Me Exhausted Juice

Book:Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

Source: Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

“He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.”

Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)

“Death holds no allure for me, Elena.” The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. “Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.”

White Fire Cutting Cold Skins Hunger Allure

Book:Archangel's Consort

Source: Archangel's Consort

“He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his neck and tumbling into pure sensation. The softness of his hair as I ran my fingers through it; his arms hands on my skin, caressing me. It felt so, so good. I'd been afraid that I'd never have this again--this sense of being so achingly alive that every nerve ending was on fire.”

Firsts Hands Felt Fire Alive Hair Arms Pure Kissing Skins Fingers Ran Necks Sensations Nerves Softness Tumbling

Author:L.A. Weatherly

“He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.”

Should Guy Given Sleep Fire Week Sea Skins Longing Warm Snow Familiar Rough Chests Comment Warmth Sheets Ache Craving Soap Harbors Blanket Lifting Homesickness Deja Vu Bare Skin Rough Seas

Author:Josh Lanyon

“I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights, or the scent of peppers roasting over a fire, or what. I do know that flavors work their own ways under the skin, into the heart of longing. Where my kids are concerned I find myself hoping for the simplest things: that if someday they crave orchards where their kids can climb into the branches and steal apples, the world will have trees enough with arms to receive them.”

“I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.”

Way Feels Doe Made Said Able Energy Force Rooms Fire Achieve Needed Window Skins Flames Sunlight Patches

Author:Rachel Caine

“Within the mystery of life there is the infinite darkness of the night sky lit by distant orbs of fire, the cobbled skin of an orange that releases its fragrance to our touch, the unfathomable depths of the eyes of our lover. No creation story, no religious system can fully describe or explain this richness and depth. Mystery is so every-present that no one can know for certain what will happen one hour from now. “ It does not matter whether you have religion or are an agnostic believe in nothing, You can only appreciate (without knowing or understanding) the mysteries of life.”

“What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips. "I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.”

Knows Want Feels Doe I Can Force Heaven Fire Imagine Skins Lips Woods Smell Breathe Smoke Soap Tasting Biting

Author:Lauren Oliver

“A single raised eyebrow. "You've defected, sweetheart. No use worrying about the big, bad wolf now." She was aware of Judd speaking, but her attention never shifted off the man who was a predator, for all that he wore human skin. When he peeled open and held out a bar of some kind, she took it, aware low energy levels could be dangerous when it came to her ability to keep a handle on the cold fire. "Thank you." A faint smile, a strange amusement in those icy eyes. "You're welcome." It was the most polite interaction they'd ever had.”

“I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write of sin. You’re the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth. You will not burn upon the pyre. Or be buried on the shelf. You’re my letter to desire: And you’ll never read yourself. I will trace each word and comma As the final dusk descends, You’re my tale of dreams and drama, Let us find out how it ends.”

Writing Book Ends Dream Age Desire Lines Sin Fire Youth Drama Letters Skins Finals Tales Buried Shelves Dusk Rewriting My Truth Palimpsest

Author:Neil Gaiman

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