Skip to main content
Quotes
Read
.com
Authors
Topics
Quote Maker
Search
⟨
⟩
Download
Customize
He sat beside the window in the dark, with his eyes closed. Hearing to the sound of the rain. The whisky in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.
—
Akshay Vasu
Pin
Share
Tweet
WA
Telegram
Copy
Topics
burn
close
consume
dark
fill
hear
lungs
pain
rain
slow
soul
sound
whisky
window
More “Burn” Quotes
We use cookies to enhance your experience. By continuing to browse, you agree to our
Cookie Policy
.
Accept