{"quotes":[{"text":"Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it,and you can't hold it,you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,marked out by the ends of your armswhen they are stretched to their fullest.You can go no farther than this,you think, walking forward,pushing the distance in front of youlike a metal cart on wheelswith its barriers and horizontals.Appearance melts away from you,the offices and pyramidson the horizon shimmer and cease.No one can enter that circleyou have made, that clean circleof dead space you have madeand stay inside,mourning because it is clean.Then there's the girl, in the white dress,meaning purity, or the failureto be any colour. She has no hands, it's true.The scream that happened to the airwhen they were taken offsurrounds her now like an aureoleof hot sand, of no sound.Everything has bled out of her.Only a girl like thiscan know what's happened to you.If she were here she wouldreach out her arms towardsyou now, and touch youwith her absent handsand you would feel nothing, but you would betouched all the same.","author":"Margaret Atwood","tags":["atwood","burned","girl","hands","house","margaret","morning","without"],"id":79197,"author_id":"Margaret+Atwood"},{"text":"To carry a secret is to play with fire. Try to pass it on and you'd risk hurting someone else. Hold on to it and eventually you'd get burned.","author":"Emily Thorne","tags":["burned","fire","revenge","revenge-tv-series","secret"],"id":91839,"author_id":"Emily+Thorne"},{"text":"Hunter’s dead,” Taylor said without preamble. “It was these . . . These things. They came crawling up out of him and were eating him, oh God, I mean, it was like . . . I mean he was crying and Dekka prayed with him and he tried to fry his own brain just like he did with Harry only I guess it didn’t work, I guess he couldn’t do it, so Sam . . .” She swallowed. “Anyone have some water?”“What about Sam?” Astrid demanded.“He did it for him. Sam. I mean, he . . . Hunter was, you know . . . So Sam.” She pantomimed raising her hands, like Sam, like he would do when using his power.Astrid closed her eyes and crossed herself.“Rest in peace,” Edilio said and crossed himself as well.“Sam burned the boy?” Howard asked. Then, bitterly sarcastic said, “Yeah, you all pray to Jesus. Because Jesus is really providing a lot of help here. Sounds to me like Sam was the one doing what had to be done.","author":"Michael Grant","tags":["astrid-ellison","bugs","burned","dead","dekka","eating","edilio","emotional","howard-bassem","hunter-lefkowitz","killed","parasites","pray","put-down","sam-temple","taylor"],"id":111232,"author_id":"Michael+Grant"},{"text":"What about stakes in the heart?' I asked now. He frowned, the center of his mouth pursed while its corners curled downward. 'Anyone will die from a stake in the heart,' he said. 'And anyone will die if they're severely burned, including vampires.","author":"Susan Hubbard","tags":["burned","heart","stakes","vampire","vampire-lore","vampires"],"id":116276,"author_id":"Susan+Hubbard"},{"text":"I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us.I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone.“I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice.","author":"Rachel A. Marks","tags":["burned","burry","cold","dead","dead-and-gone","death","frozen","goodbye","goodbyes","ice","mournful","mourning","snow"],"id":173259,"author_id":"Rachel+A.+Marks"},{"text":"She's fire...But she will not burn you. She knows all too well how it feels to live with ashes.","author":"Alfa H","tags":["ashes","burned","fire","heartache","hurt","love","quotes"],"id":192003,"author_id":"Alfa+H"},{"text":"Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.","author":"Holly Lynn Payne","tags":["beauty","burned","forgiveness","healing","love","moving-on","rumi","spirituality"],"id":284601,"author_id":"Holly+Lynn+Payne"},{"text":"A fire, if it is large enough, is not easily contained. Sparks fly out, and the wind carries them in all directions. Like its brothers, the fire...In Mirusia’s heart spewed forth sparks, and, without her consciously realizing what was happening, they began to ignite that which had no reason to be burned.","author":"Monika Barbara Potocki","tags":["brothers","burned","fire","heart","ignite","mirusia"],"id":291375,"author_id":"Monika+Barbara+Potocki"},{"text":"Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren't human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.","author":"Ellen Hopkins","tags":["burned","humanity","murder","pattyn-von-stratten","smoke"],"id":293121,"author_id":"Ellen+Hopkins"},{"text":"Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough to speak the truth; that it is bravery enough. Every mountain leveled to the ground, every forest burned, every man, woman, and child who lost their shanties to arsonist fires were defended to the heavens—with words.","author":"Psyche Roxas-Mendoza","tags":["arsonist","bravery","burned","child","cowardly","fighting-windmills","fires","forest","heavens","man","mountain","old","shanties","truth","windmill","windmills","woman","words","youth","youths"],"id":305875,"author_id":"Psyche+Roxas-Mendoza"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":23,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}