One word is what make a diffrence, in one’s life like yes or nor when u propose some one for marriage. One word can decide guilty or not guilty. Life never stops but one word make u feel important or weak.
She tried to write some cohesive story, some outline, something, but words failed her. This was not a good time. You hear that, Muse? Jeez, when did she give out paid vacations to her muse like this?
Think, Clara, she reminded herself. Think.
“Time’s up!” came the growling voice from behind her and Clara felt the hard, cold nozzle of a magnum press up between her shoulder blades. “Whaddya got for me?”
the torch burn bright for the lost love of Ella in a vicking burial. She was so lost with out his love that she felt her self driffting away to another world.
I light up the torch in the night
See faces reflected back at me
People, places, memories
Ghosts of ghosts of old
I blow it out
But they never die
Caught up in my mind
I close my eyes
See them in the lids
I decide to keep them there forever
The torch was the horrific burden of the tunnel. Before, they could stumble in the dark, tricking themselves that everything was all right amidst the blanket of clueless naievity. Now they saw the truth, with just enough light to illuminate the horrific tangle of shadows in which they were entangled.
Torch is a flame.. a flame that one can carry. You hold the power of the flame, and are in control of it. It reminds me of the olympics, it’s a symbol of power and of dedication and honor.
türkçede fener demek.farklı anlamları var ama türkçesinin. mesela deniz feneri, el feneri gibi.deniz feneri denizcilikte kullanılır, gemileri görmek için sanırım el feneri de karanlıkta önünü görmek için kullanılır madencilerin falan kasklarında bulunur.
passing it on and holing one for someone else. songs that make you cry and remember the people for whom you’re holding it, and to whom you’ve passed it. It’s also the fire tha drives you forward and keeps you focused on what you love.
torch it up because if u dont life will fly in a blur and u will realise u just stood by.one needs to illuminate ourselves in order to live our lives to its maximum potential.live it up before it wilts away!!!!!!!!!!
fire celebration night time dark adventure nature pathways finding my way fun excitement . a group of friends take a trip in the jungle with in the subliminal fire light
To torch the light and make it glow, that is so really beutiful. I just love the yellow, the red and the orange a flame can make against the sky, the most brilliant thing. Wonderful.
The flame drew me like a moth to a bug-zapper. It really wasn’t the smartest thing to do, knowing that the flame was attached to a torch which was held by the man who was infuriatingly messing up my life, but I couldn’t help it. It was either go to him, or suffer the rats in the cellar. And I didn’t like rats. Of course, he was a rat of a different kind, but a good looking one. Darn him. So I went, and I tried desperately not to succumb to his charm.
it was awkward though, he didnt know what to say, and she didnt want to talk to him. she didnt want to be anywhere near him, for that matter. he’d done enough to ruin her life already, and she has enough of it. she couldnt stop thinking about all the thing’s he’d said and done that’d hurt her, even if they werent meant to… she hated him…
he ran his fingers over mine. then took my hand. he pulled me closer. his lips brushed against mine. and then… he kissed me. my heart quivered. his lingering scent filled my nose and my blood pulsed through my body like wildfire warming my skin like a torch.
The torch burned as we made our way into the dark tunnel. Ralph had his left arm wrapped around me, trying in vain to keep me warm. After we made it to the end we sat in the moonlight, huddled together.
“I love you,” Ralph whispered.
“And I you.”
A flame that you can hold in your hand. That is crazy talk! And it lights up the darkest of places…like Jesus’ love…or Harry Potter’s wand (which is not quite as bright). Fire is an amazing thing. Hawaiian parties are also quite fun times. I wish I was a hula dancer.
One word is what make a diffrence, in one’s life like yes or nor when u propose some one for marriage. One word can decide guilty or not guilty. Life never stops but one word make u feel important or weak.
The clock was ticking.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She tried to write some cohesive story, some outline, something, but words failed her. This was not a good time. You hear that, Muse? Jeez, when did she give out paid vacations to her muse like this?
Think, Clara, she reminded herself. Think.
“Time’s up!” came the growling voice from behind her and Clara felt the hard, cold nozzle of a magnum press up between her shoulder blades. “Whaddya got for me?”
Bright flame glancing off the walls, casting shados down the hallway. Illuminating the cobwebs and moss that covered the walls.
Life. Light. Angry mob.
Adoration, and a pedestal.
A dangerous thing to carry.
A burden, or a safe way out.
the torch burn bright for the lost love of Ella in a vicking burial. She was so lost with out his love that she felt her self driffting away to another world.
I light up the torch in the night
See faces reflected back at me
People, places, memories
Ghosts of ghosts of old
I blow it out
But they never die
Caught up in my mind
I close my eyes
See them in the lids
I decide to keep them there forever
The torch was the horrific burden of the tunnel. Before, they could stumble in the dark, tricking themselves that everything was all right amidst the blanket of clueless naievity. Now they saw the truth, with just enough light to illuminate the horrific tangle of shadows in which they were entangled.
flame light. philosophical significance. life, dreams, hope, mind, freedom essence
Torch is a flame.. a flame that one can carry. You hold the power of the flame, and are in control of it. It reminds me of the olympics, it’s a symbol of power and of dedication and honor.
türkçede fener demek.farklı anlamları var ama türkçesinin. mesela deniz feneri, el feneri gibi.deniz feneri denizcilikte kullanılır, gemileri görmek için sanırım el feneri de karanlıkta önünü görmek için kullanılır madencilerin falan kasklarında bulunur.
the torch was lit and the smell of kerosene drifted over the crowd of campers as they waited impatiently for the ceremony to begin
passing it on and holing one for someone else. songs that make you cry and remember the people for whom you’re holding it, and to whom you’ve passed it. It’s also the fire tha drives you forward and keeps you focused on what you love.
torch it up because if u dont life will fly in a blur and u will realise u just stood by.one needs to illuminate ourselves in order to live our lives to its maximum potential.live it up before it wilts away!!!!!!!!!!
fire celebration night time dark adventure nature pathways finding my way fun excitement . a group of friends take a trip in the jungle with in the subliminal fire light
To torch the light and make it glow, that is so really beutiful. I just love the yellow, the red and the orange a flame can make against the sky, the most brilliant thing. Wonderful.
Something that all great leaders hold. A torch is magnificent and stands for greatness. It can light the way for other people.
The flame drew me like a moth to a bug-zapper. It really wasn’t the smartest thing to do, knowing that the flame was attached to a torch which was held by the man who was infuriatingly messing up my life, but I couldn’t help it. It was either go to him, or suffer the rats in the cellar. And I didn’t like rats. Of course, he was a rat of a different kind, but a good looking one. Darn him. So I went, and I tried desperately not to succumb to his charm.
it was awkward though, he didnt know what to say, and she didnt want to talk to him. she didnt want to be anywhere near him, for that matter. he’d done enough to ruin her life already, and she has enough of it. she couldnt stop thinking about all the thing’s he’d said and done that’d hurt her, even if they werent meant to… she hated him…
Fire burns.
But also lights the way.
Sometimes becoming enlightened is painful.
Keep burning your torch.
he ran his fingers over mine. then took my hand. he pulled me closer. his lips brushed against mine. and then… he kissed me. my heart quivered. his lingering scent filled my nose and my blood pulsed through my body like wildfire warming my skin like a torch.
The torch burned as we made our way into the dark tunnel. Ralph had his left arm wrapped around me, trying in vain to keep me warm. After we made it to the end we sat in the moonlight, huddled together.
“I love you,” Ralph whispered.
“And I you.”
I wasn’t about to be a sad, torch-carrying cliche. You said goodbye. You humiliated me. That’s it. It’s over.
Touch? Oh errrm okay …
OOOH CHRIST. You said torch…
Well this is intensely awkward.
A flame that you can hold in your hand. That is crazy talk! And it lights up the darkest of places…like Jesus’ love…or Harry Potter’s wand (which is not quite as bright). Fire is an amazing thing. Hawaiian parties are also quite fun times. I wish I was a hula dancer.