Molten Quotes

#1. Such obsession with reaching the moon, because they had failed to reach each other, each a solitary planet! In silence, in mystery, a human being was formed, was exploded, was struck by other passing bodies, was burned, was deserted. And then it was born in the molten love of the one who cared.

Anais Nin

#2. Four billion years ago the planet Earth was molten rock; now it sings opera!

Brian Swimme

#3. Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

Isaac Marion

#4. There was good in him. Raw, molten goodness, bubbling deep in his core. But he didn't possess the charm or manners to control it. It just erupted periodically in volcano fashion, startling anyone who happened to be nearby.

Tessa Dare

#5. Opinionated writing is always the most difficult ... simply because it involves retaining in the cold morning-after crystal of the printed word the burning flow of molten feeling.

Gavin Lyall

#6. It is the speed, the hot, molten effect, the lava flow of sentence into sentence that I need.

Virginia Woolf

#7. The intrinsic brightness of theSun is fully 5,000 times as great as if the whole surface were formed of the molten steel just issuing from the Bessemer converter.

Robert Stawell Ball

#8. You worked for Walmart, Nestle, De Beers, or some other corporate monster. You were wealthy but you often bathed me in pennies. Melted pennies. I let you because I thought you were infallible. I drank molten copper because you told me to. I would do anything you asked me to.

Logan Ryan Smith

#9. Sham Harga's coffee was like molten lead, but it had this in its favor: when you'd drunk it, there was this overwhelming feeling of relief that you'd got to the bottom of the cup.

Terry Pratchett

#10. But what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?'
'Quite correct.'
I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.

P.G. Wodehouse

#11. Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.

Kate Forsyth

#12. Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

D.H. Lawrence

#13. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

D.H. Lawrence

#14. You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.

Rumi

#15. She was molten in my bed, but she also suffered depressions that were very dear to her.

Wells Tower

#16. If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go...because man, they're gone!

Jack Handy

#17. The sky was molten lava of pinks, oranges, and blues, a dance of delight to the eye.

Scarlett Dawn

#18. His face is sober, his eyes molten blue, and I can't tell if he's pissed or just really, really turned on.
"Keep looking at me like that and the fucking three date rule will be out the window, Megan."
Make that really, really turned on.

Kristen Proby

#19. The hardened mass of liquid stones had much stronger qualities than those which had simply torn. The skin remained a recognisable part of the molten stone.

Andy Goldsworthy

#20. THE ROAR OF THE draccus was like a trumpet, if you can imagine a trumpet big as a house, and made of stone, and thunder, and molten lead. I

Patrick Rothfuss

#21. Metal. In some ways, that was the true mark of mankind. Man tamed the stones, the bones of the earth below. Man tamed the fire, that ephemeral, consuming soul of life. And combining the two, he drew forth the marrow of the rocks themselves, then made molten tools.

Brandon Sanderson

#22. This is not wilderness for designation or for a park. Not a scenic wilderness and not one good for fishing or the viewing of wildlife. It is wilderness that gets into your nostrils, that runs with your sweat. It is the core of everything living, wilderness like molten iron.

Craig Childs

#23. Like the moth whose feet are caught in the molten wax of a candle, Rouget rapidly used up his remaining energy.

Honore De Balzac

#24. The second industrial revolution doesn't present us, as the first did, with overwhelming images of rolling mills or molten steel, but rather with bits of information that flow, as electrical impulses, through circuits. We still have machines made of steel, but they now obey bits that are weightless.

Italo Calvino

#25. It is perilously possible to make our conceptions of God like molten lead poured into a specially designed mould, and when it is cold and hard we fling it at the heads of the religious people who don't agree with us.

Oswald Chambers

#26. Juliette, he says, and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he's pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.

Tahereh Mafi

#27. Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

Rachel Carson

#28. And with all of the enemy's citizens living at the bottom of huge gravity wells, we don't even have to aim particularly well. Einstein was right. We will be fighting the next war with rocks. But the Belt has rocks that will turn the surface of Mars into a molten sea.

James S.A. Corey

#29. More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.

Julie James

#30. Leukemia was a malignant proliferation of white cells in the blood. It was cancer in a molten, liquid form.

Siddhartha Mukherjee

#31. He moved out the door but looked back, doing it over his leather clad shoulder, a sinister biker who had a light touch, a molten look, a way with babies, and a talented mouth.

Kristen Ashley

#32. My face is melting. The goopy blob that was my forehead is slipping south, its molten heat softening everything in its path.

T.R. Burns

#33. O Dionysus, we feel you near,
stirring like molten lava
under the ravaged earth,
flowing from the wounds of your trees
in tears of sap,
screaming with the rage
of your hunted beasts.

Euripides

#34. I didn't fall in love with how you looked," he murmured as his hand rose, gently brushing my cheek. "I fell in love with you."
My eyes watered. And everything inside me melted into molten goo. "You are getting entirely too good at making a dragon cry," I saw and kissed him.

Julie Kagawa

#35. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!

Edgar Allan Poe

#36. This morning, light lapped the water as if God had spilt a goblet of molten gold upon a ground of darkest velvet.

Geraldine Brooks

#37. I am a drop of gold he would say
I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

Anne Carson

#38. The water was supposed to look like molten lava, although it actually looked far more like blood (for which reason every kid in town called the volcano Mount Hemorrhoid).

Stuart Gibbs

#39. As she hung in the seat, Bart stepped back and raked her with a molten gaze. "I imagine you," he said, "with your collar undone. With your habit shirt unbuttoned and your hair unpinned." She swallowed. "That is a lot of undoing.

Theresa Romain

#40. I'd rather fall in molten lava than fall in love. But I suppose that's just the romantic me.

Jarod Kintz

#41. Even a rock was molten one day ...

Srinivas Shenoy

#42. And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

Maggie Stiefvater

#43. Celaena." He stopped a few feet from the guards. His eyes were rich, molten brown. "Yes?" Her heartbeat steadied. "You look rather pretty today," was all he said before the doors opened and they walked forward.

Sarah J. Maas

#44. So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.

Stephenie Meyer

#45. I sigh and touch my hands to my cheeks, pulling up the memory of Dax's frozen kiss. If Turner was the king of molten tongues, then Dax would be the lord of ice. I don't know how to weigh those two things together.

C.M. Stunich

#46. The singing triggers a soft detonation at his core, molten parts of him are flying everywhere and his ears ring to the tune of blast harmonics that only he can hear, but what is "The Star Spangled Banner" if not a love song?

Ben Fountain

#47. The sky was a fading red and nothing remained of the day save for a line of molten gold slowly lowering on the western horizon.

Scott Lynch

#48. I didn't almost kill myself when I went 'caveman,'" he said, his kiss hard and hot and possessive, all of it spiced with molten anger. "I didn't make you watch as I did my best to cause myself mortal harm.

Nalini Singh

#49. sprinkled salt in a line ringing Kelsie's bed first, then grabbed candles from a box in the closet. They weren't the kind I had in my trailer. They were the kind with edible wax that smelled like molten candy.

Vivian Arend

#50. I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.

Henry Rollins

#51. The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.

Alison MacLeod

#52. Since love first made the breast an instrument
Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart
Was molten to a mirror, like a rose
I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang
This mirror in your sight
Gaze you therein

Muhammad Iqbal

#53. She was almost there. She could feel the weight of herself, the ponderousness of her body, the distant memories of the dawn of time when rock was molten and free. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to have balconies.

Terry Pratchett

#54. Inebriate of Air - am I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reeling - thro endless summer days
From Inns of Molten Blue -

Emily Dickinson

#55. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

William Shakespeare

#56. The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing ... like molten gold. I could paint those ... " He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful." -Bloodlines

Richelle Mead

#57. The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

Stephen King

#58. 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.

Dave Barry

#59. Humans emerge from the womb like molten glass from a furnace. They can be spun, stretched and shaped with a surprising degree of freedom. This is why today we can educate our children to become Christian or Buddhist, capitalist or socialist, warlike or peace-loving. We

Yuval Noah Harari

#60. And the heart sounds like a sour conch,
calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,
scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:
the sea reports sonorously
on its languid shadows, its green poppies.

Pablo Neruda

#61. The earth was once molten rock and now sings operas.

Brian Swimme

#62. His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.

Charlotte Stein

#63. Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it's going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you

Robin Bielman

#64. Icy people often freeze themselves in order to hold in check a volcanic stew of disturbing and conflictual feelings. Emotional hibernation, if you will. Crack the ice and the stuff inside comes pouring out with all the discipline of molten lava.

Jonathan Kellerman

#65. Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar - but to weld.
To forge.

Sarah J. Maas

#66. Little symbols of love are like molten lava, there's something even hotter below the surface.

Dixie Waters

#67. The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

Cormac McCarthy

#68. I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.

Jean-Paul Sartre

#69. If you could drive straight down, into a tunnel bored through the crust of the planet, you'd hit this molten mess in about an hour. It's called the asthenosphere - a sluggish sea, several hundred miles thick, on which floats the Earth's cool epidermis - the so-called tectonic plates.

Seth Shostak

#70. Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

Nicholson Baker

#71. I've seen this before."
"A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.

Richelle Mead

#72. Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn't want to dismiss. Not tonight.

Katherine McIntyre