We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.
Tragically, some people believe they are going to heaven when they die just because a few drops of water were sprinkled over their heads a few weeks after their birth. They have no personal faith, have never made a personal decision, and are banking on a hollow ceremony to save them. How absurd.
My guitar is my torch, my soul carries the flame. Make no mistake, I'm a true blues man.
Love is a flame to burn out human wills,
Love is a flame to set the will on fire,
Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?
Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.
Love is natural. Back of allceremony burns and will forever burn the sacred flame. There has been no time in the world's history when that torch was extinguished. In all ages, in all climes, among all people, there has been true, pure, and unselfish love.
The Greeks had a race in their Olympic games that was unique. The winner was not the runner who finished first. It was the runner who finished with his torch still lit. I want to run all the way with the flame of my torch still lit for Him.
People are at the mercy of internet trolls who bring people who are excellent in their fields down to their level. They're diminishing someone's flame to make theirs brighter.
Love is watchful. Sleeping, it does not slumber. Wearied, it is not tired. Pressed, it is not straitened. Alarmed, it is not confused, but like a living flame, a burning torch, it forces its way upward and passes unharmed through every obstacle.
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it on off, flame on like the Human Torch.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
They declaim against the passions without bothering to think that it is from their flame philosophy lights its torch.
But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering
If someone strikes my heart, it does not break, but it bursts, and the flame coming out of it becomes a torch on my path.
I might not be a psychiatrist, but I am convinced that sex is not as important as we tend to make it. First there is that little feeling, that little red flame, called love. Blow on the flame and make it get bigger like a fire, don't blow it out like a candle.