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“I believe that You, O Jesus, are in the most holy Sacrament. I love You and desire You. Come into my heart. I embrace You. Oh, never leave me. May the burning and most sweet power of Your love, O Lord Jesus Christ, I beseech You, absorb my mind that I may die through love of Your love, Who were graciously pleased to die through love of my love.”

Mind Believe Heart May Desire Dies Jesus I Believe Christ Lord Love You Sweet My Heart Holy Jesus Christ Embrace Burning Sacraments Leaving Me Lord Jesus Christ Never Leave Me

Author:Francis of Assisi

“I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of unselfish adventure and ethical romance. And I saw before me, ever blazing and burning, the Holy Grail.”

Life Spiritual Romance Night Wonder Saws Adventure Sweet Holy Burning Remembered Paradise Sunshine Ethical Day And Night Unselfish Blazing Holy Grail

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Jack London (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Jack London (Illustrated)

“What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet, dying, fevered, good-night, farewell, burning, and chocolate.”

Soul Night Dying Sweet Kissing Tongue Ass Burning Rough Chocolate Wet Farewell Trembling Good Night Chaste Judas Brotherly Hesitant Motherly Sisterly

Author:Gilbert Sorrentino

“Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort. If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass.”

Source: The Fran Lebowitz Reader

“There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.”

War Rooms Sweet Hot Smell Burning Smoke Kitchen Peculiar Cookies Explosives Odor New Home

Book:The War Between the Tates: A Novel

Source: The War Between the Tates: A Novel

“My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases.”

Way Turns Path Saws Air Objects Sweet Bed Summer Fairs Raised Legs Burning Poison Recalls Belly Foul Shameless Dripping Swollen Lustful Gravel Nonchalant

Author:Charles Baudelaire

“Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.”

Light Song Morning Sky Sweet Higher Kissing Burning Lifts Choir Burning Love Morning Sky

Author:Elvis Presley

“Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*”

Ifs Made Eye Form Love Is Fire Wise Sea Love You Tears Sweet Lovers Ocean Madness Raised Burning Smoke Sigh Choke Sparkling Discreet Fire Burning Lovers Eyes

Author:William Shakespeare

“There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.”

Ifs Fire Sweet Built Woods Smell Wide Burning Apples

Book:The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

“Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!”