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Farting, don't think, just fart.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
Though, how she would garner more strength, she didn't know. Her reservoir was tapped. Empty. Depleted.
Adversity is the refiner's fire that bends iron but tempers steel.
The divine drink which builds up resistance and fights fatigue. A cup of this precious drink permits a man to walk for a whole day without food.
When a show ends, for a few days, my body sizzles with leftover energy, like a tree in the wake of a lightning strike.
Hustling is putting every minute and all your effort into achieving the goal at hand.
There's a storm inside of us. I've heard many team guys speak of this. A burning. A river. A drive.
Water quenches the body; love quenches the soul.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tun(der).
What fire dies when you feed it? It
Wick to be certain it was entirely extinguished. Energy like your energy.
The phases of fire are craving and satiety.
Hell-bent on extinguishing
I was torturing the fire, giving it life, and snuffing it out.
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Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite;
keep reason under its own control.
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing,
Preparation is the pressure valve on a busy schedule.
I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.
Your actions create an "energy vortex" that draws in the necessary ingredients for your venture.
With great power comes great dissipation.
What fire dies when you feed it?
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
Standing back and staring blankly at the glass, he realized he had no idea what it meant to preheat. Obviously he heated it prior to something, but to what?
-Boyd
We talk about your drinking
But not about your thirst
You set off through the minefield
Like you were rounding first
You put your back into the work. For unless you could manage to provide yourself with the means of warming up, you and everyone else would give out on the spot.
Hot flush, raging bluch. Ice flash, instant crash.
There is no brew so deadly that it cannot at certain moments become precious and invigorating by giving us just the stimulus that was necessary, the warmth that we cannot generate ourselves.
Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char.
When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting.
Feeling of hatred unto your enemy,
drains your energy as enemy wanted.
The satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
First, you must light a middling fire under the cauldron."
"What's a middling fire?"
"Medium."
I searched the pot. "Where's the ignition switch?"
Bridget leaned in and whispered, "You use magic to start the fire.
It's exhausting," he said. "Isn't it?"
Her gaze slid to his mouth, and just that little spark of heat in her expression created the fire low in his gut. "What?"
"Resisting.
A little impatience (carefully applied and infused with
The moment you think you are out of resources; you still have one thing, Will to Win. Ignite it.
The tannoy is crackling but I can only hear heavy breathing and snuffling.
...
Uh-oh, the tannoy is crackling again.
Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen, I momentarily lost hold of my pie.
If you do your work, eventually there will be a spark. A fire. A blaze.
Water begins to boil in the kettle; it starts as a private, secluded sound, pure as rain, and grows to a steady, solipsistic bubbling.
Everyone thirsteth after gaine.
Fire-wood makes you warm three times; first collecting it, secondly shifting it and third when you burn it.
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
When my body gets so overexerted with energy, I just keep going and going.
Filling all the way to the brim is not as good as halting in time.
Economy, n. Purchasing the barrel of whiskey that you do not need for the price of the cow that you cannot afford.
Steam was till the other day the devil which we dreaded. Every pot made by any human potter or brazier had a hole in its cover, to let off the enemy, lest he should lift pot and roof and carry the house away.
Blaze with the fire that is never extinguished.
We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
The receipts of cookery are swelled to a volume, but a good stomach excels them all; to which nothing contributes more than industry and temperance.
Indolence is heaven 's ally here, And energy the child of hell : The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear But brims the poisoned well.
It's when you hide things that you choke on them.
Whatever you put your attention on becomes energized.
Whatever you take your attention away from dwindles
You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing,
you seek up an emotion sometimes your well is dry
I flush with heaving passion's strange delight, Yet find contentment lost in appetite.
Fill till the wine o'erswell the cup
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
This mystery of use without consumption, of warmth without combustion, seems like magic, but was merely an ingenious application of the art now happily lost but carried to great perfection by your ancestors, of shifting the burden of one's support on the shoulders of others.
From abundance springs satiety.
Telling a butler how to make good tea; Warm the pot first, please, then put two heaping teaspoonfuls in the pot no bags in boiling water, and when it's in, stir it. And when it comes here, I will stir it again.
the daily diminishment is a low flame, a constant drip.
...where your mind goes...energy flows
Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.
Like a car idling, I gave of my energy until there was nothing more in my tank to give... all the while going nowhere.
A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.
The temperatures rising in the slow-moving air like the heat of angered flesh as capillaries squeezed, the blood in them rising to a boil.
Seizing on a piece of business, I become tiny, eager, efficient: roiled water I cannot see into.
SATIETY, n. The feeling that one has for the plate after he has eaten its contents, madam.
attempting to block progress.
What is "martinizing" and why does it only take one hour?
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup.
Or when you're away or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.
You come ready to work when you know that you are going to get a couple of gos and it. It kind of galvanizes everything and there is something about it that keeps it very alive.
Out of gas ... I haven't heard that one in a long time.
I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery."
"You're the table everyone wants at Starbucks," Gansey mused as he began to walk again.
Blue blinked. "What?"
Over his shoulder, Gansey said, "Next to the wall plug.
If I'm doing something, I tend to do it in a concentrated way.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst
the ashes embers of fire remain
A blaze first pleases and then tires the sight.
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
A wall of heat. The furnace had to be turned up almost to eighty,
I fairly sizzle with zeal, energy, and enthusiasm; eager to do that which ought to be done by me today.
The aim of the taper is to minimise accumulated fatigue and fill up the fuel stores to arrive at the start line fresh.
When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.
Let it flow, while I pump it slow, then I speed it up, heat it up, make it more nasty.
When he utilizes combined energy, his fighting men become as it were like unto rolling logs or stones. For it is the nature of a log or stone to remain motionless on level ground, and to move when on a slope; if four-cornered, to come to a standstill, but if round-shaped to go rolling down.
Add energy, inspire hope, and blow the coals into a useful flame ...
It is, we believe, Idle to hope that the simple stirrup-pump Can extinguish hell.
water wants to flow,
Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
It's a complete rush to get what you've been hoping for - to get it so full and complete that it fills your senses.
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
We shall quench our thirst, for we shall drink deep at the bubbling fountain of Wisdom.
Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.
Water deepens where it has to wait.
An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:
So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.