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exploded finally online people shopping
Online shopping just exploded this year. People are now finally comfortable with online shopping -- it finally happened. Audrey Guskey
explode large might pass
We thought we might be able to see grains if they were large enough, but we really didn't know what would happen. They might just disintegrate and explode or pass all the way through.
exploded music
This exploded in me almost more music than I could consume. Hoagy Carmichael
flames dumb perky
In the early part of my life I carried the flame for fiery women: perky women who were not dumb. Debra Winger
flames house later left roof shooting side
Flames shooting out of the roof on the right side of the house and flames were later shooting out of the roof on the left side of the house.
flames fire rose
Quick now, here, now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. T. S. Eliot
flames long personality
George Oppen wasn't a larger than life personality, but I'm not either. And he lived a long time, so he was happy. Going down in flames is fine, too. Stephen Malkmus
flames lust dominion
The lust of dominion burns with a flame so fierce as to overpower all other affections of the human breast. Tacitus
flames rose noses
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her Walkman started to melt... Steven Morrissey
flames light darkness
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. John Milton
flames curiosity gone
Deep down within anyone there's a flame that maybe had gone dormant that can be fanned or ignited in case it had blown out. This is the flame of curiosity, the flame of wonder, of awe, of all the things that make you want to learn something more tomorrow than you knew today. Neil deGrasse Tyson
flames people desire
A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. George Orwell