“A curse burns bright on crime”

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In every tyrant’s heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Nothing forces us to know, What we do not want to know except pain.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Time brings all things to pass.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Do not labor uselessly at what helps not at all.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.

Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.

She looked just like a painting dying to speak.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

They burned all our witches, so now they get bitches.

I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

We don’t burnout because of what we do, we burnout because life makes us forget why we do it.

I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

She blooms wild and burns bright.