Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.
I think we have a normal father-and-son relationship. But like any other relationship, we have our differences. But we always seem to work out our differences. Believe it or not, our personalities are similar. We're both fiery and passionate.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
There's beauty in anger, and anger for me is a passion.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.
I just like that dynamic in relationships in movies where they're kind of lovers as rivals, you know?
To love is to burn, to be on fire.
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.
I'm either thought of as ethereal or fiery. And maybe that's the interesting thing about red hair: there's that fiery Renaissance connotation and the ethereal.
If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.
Look for God. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.
Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West
You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.
Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.
It is nevertheless a game of considerable passion, either of the explosive type, or that which burns inwardly and sears the soul.
Light up the fire of love inside and blaze the thoughts away.
Oh, for eloquence to plead the cause of China, for a pencil dipped in fire to paint the condition of this people.
The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.
This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.
If you don't like my fire, then don't come around. Cause I'm gonna burn one down.
I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
