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Ice melt when heatedbr>Eyes melts when hated
It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.
I'm like a grenade made of ceramic -solid and dense and cold- but still fragile.
Nothing sparkly can stay.
I wanted it-like iron.
There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.
There's gonna be a lot of heat inside.
kettle, heated as warm as
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
Heat that rots ambition and stuns the intellect and will.
I can melt steel, fucker, I'll microwave your guts and punch them our your asshole.
Every tiny molecule of Ash is in motion with my heat I am such a Lunatic that I am free even in Jail.
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
I've been melted into something
too easy to spill. I make more
and more of myself in order
to make more and more of the baby.
He takes it, this making. And somehow
he's made more of me, too.
I suppose I'd get in trouble if I were to melt them down.
The light's hot, everything's hot, I'm hot.
God is an iron ... and that's a hot one.
The sky was molten lava of pinks, oranges, and blues, a dance of delight to the eye.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
Sparks are warm while they last.
Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup?
Sometimes it takes a meltdown to cool down.
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold!
My tough shell melted at the sight of his tough shell melting.
Iron. Ice.
A Love Doomed
From the Start
It's always described as melting, and I finally understood why. I thought my body was turning to liquid. I could feel my bones giving way, threatening to dissolve and leave me one big puddle of goo.
Olaf you're melting (Ana)
Some people are worth melting for (Olaf)
The heat was alive, predatory.
a melting pot. It's more like one of those divided metal plates with separate sections for starch, meat, and veggies. I'm looking at him and he's still not looking
I am a fireball of emotions and impulses; my zest for life is unquenchable. And I am either of only two things: Fire or Ice.
...hot shouts of neon...
Long, long ago, before eruptions were invented, the molten lava had to be carried down the mountainside, bucket by bucket, and poured over the sleeping villagers. This took time.
He was hard lines, chiseled flesh, bronzed skin. I was a marshmallow melting in a cup of cocoa.
An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.
In one and the same fire, clay grows hard and wax melts.
Her gaze lifted.
And collided with a full-sized predator.
His eyes were the dark whiskey gold her father liked to pour in heavily cut crystal glasses. Liquid fire, potent and seething with heat.
Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!
Its aura distorts hard edges. Shimmering vortices of discoloration boil off, swirling, licking the
cold night air with bright spectral fire. Violence and death, this one's still hot.
was like a crystal bowl filled with warm kettle corn. But when you lifted it up and checked the bottom, you could see a layer of burnt, unpopped kernels. The kind that makes you flinch from the unexpected bitter taste. The kind that may cause you to chip a tooth.
The hardest metal yields to sufficient heat. Even so must the hardest heart melt before sufficiency of the heat of non- violence. And there is no limit to the capacity of non-violence to generate heat.
Wavering and burning like a golden lie.
Iron might weep, but it did not break.
Cinders. Embers. Ashes.
It is the hottest fire than forms the sternest steel.
...Hand me the lava spray gun, will you?
Still the most intense pleasure's but a splinter of ice on the gallons of lava that gush from my cracked heart.
The air is hot, the atmosphere a bruise.
We have a new problem, fresh from the oven and hot as hell.
She seethed like water the second before it rolls to a boil.
What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.
We found a jewel in the desert,'" I quoted. "'And from it fashioned a charred cinder.
'Queen of Fire Pg 313
Heat is required to forge anything. Every
great accomplishment is the story of a flaming
heart.
My love is like a tire iron.
I'd rather fall in molten lava than fall in love. But I suppose that's just the romantic me.
We smelted our ideals under great heat and pressure until the soft parts burned away, and what emerged was a tempered frame rigid enough to endure the cruel world we'd created.
If I could caste the Sun run as liquid
I would bid it pool warm at your feet
Streams of melting snow.
It glistens, it gleams, I
You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.
She hadn't even known they were volcanic, but now they were lobbing big seminal gobbets of lava all over their lower slopes, like a drunk prom queen puking on her dress. Shit was getting geological, yo.
Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
It's like disco inferno up in here
A fluid choice, the choice of fantasy, is poured out on the ground and instantly hardens; it has taken its undeniable shape.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.
I am a drop of gold he would say
I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
burning with curiosity
I'm kind of a big kettle. It takes time to get boiled, but then I'm always hot.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
cast-iron erection, on
This hydrogen was under such enormous pressure that it had become a metal.
One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.
Mount Kilauea spilled glowing lava like cords of orange neon-lighting from seemingly nowhere. In the blackness that engulfed the night, electric heat lit flowing streams that fell into the sea, disappearing in a cloud of steam with a sizzling splash.
If you're gonna catch fire; you better love my heat.
Damn, you're soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.
Okay, serious melty stuff.
The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.
Rhys was hot enough to bake cookies on.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
I burn everywhere and I'm hot, and I'm hot, and I'm so fecking unbelievably hot that I start tearing off my clothes and I can't do it fast enough because I feel thick and slow and stupid
The full impact of silver
liquid fire, hot and flowing hit me hard in that place in your belly that doesn't exist for food, but for something else entirely. It exists solely to possess the feeling that it barely held in check right then. I don't know what it was. I don't think it has a name.
The heat from the lava was sweltering, and the air was hot and humid. Flames rose from the ground, as if the whole place was a giant BBQ pit. It was so difficult to breathe. I gasped for air, for normal air. As I stood there and looked around, sweat dripped continuously from my brow. Then
It came out sparkling like liquid sky.
Scamorza, an Italian curd cheese often labelled 'smoked mozzarella,' melts fantastically well.
Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.
Like the moth whose feet are caught in the molten wax of a candle, Rouget rapidly used up his remaining energy.
In the furnace of fire, gold and silver are refined.
THTL - too hot to live
I feel like the queen of the oven! I am the Queen of all oven-dry! Master of heat! You may now address me as "Your Royal Highness"!
Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.
Overhead the sky was melting, the cracked cream color rubbing off in cogs of brine.
The fields far ahead of me in endless pudding, studded here and there with what had been: homes and houses, hair and heirlooms, habits, hallways, hauntings, hope.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Steel is forged by fire...
What I want from you, those are just things like this. Not hot things, but warm things.
Four billion years ago the planet Earth was molten rock; now it sings opera!
My perfectly measured ingredients should have mixed and turned into an epic lava. Instead it looks like an outtake from an old sci-fi movie. Green goo has killed my volcano. My chance to win the science fair at Sendak has been slimed!
Gold to airy thinness beat.