Sentence examples for burning brimstone from inspiring English sources
Imagine such a corpse a prey to flames, devoured by the fire of burning brimstone..
Now, we are accustomed to thinking of the basic affliction of Hell as the burning brimstone — and, yes, brimstone is a significant part of the package, with its horrible odor and disgusting yellow color and the way it sticks to the skin and so on.
From coke-addled bees to a spendthrift Pilgrim, here are highlights from The New Yorker's Shouts & Murmurs page in 2009: Now, we are accustomed to thinking of the basic affliction of Hell as the burning brimstone — and, yes, brimstone is a significant part of the package, with its horrible odor and disgusting yellow color and the way it sticks to the skin and so on.
Sulphur is a rock that burns - hence its Old English name "brimstone", meaning burning stone.
Suddenly I tasted brimstone and burning.
He revels in the whine of the tattooer's drill each time he gets new ink: "Electricity lit up Ponyboy's skeletal structure as if it were a pinball machine on a multi-ball extravangza, and the mingling odors of brimstone and sulfur and sweat and burning skin filled Ponyboy's nostrils".
Schillinger approvingly quotes a sentence of Bock's: "Electricity lit up Ponyboy's skeletal structure as if it were a pinball machine on a multi-ball extravaganza, and the mingling odors of brimstone and sulfur and sweat and burning skin filled Ponyboy's nostrils".
Unsworth's description of the conflagration that ensues, a river of fire "stinking and shrieking" and consuming everything in its path, brings to mind the fire and brimstone of the book of Genesis, the burning oil fields after the 1991 gulf war, the seemingly ever-present images of the charred remains of Iraqi civilians on the television news.
In fact, through the hazy prism of memory, it's impossible to imagine the last pope doing anything but roar full-volume, wild-eyed fire-and-brimstone sermons about the evil of contraception from a burning mountain top while smashing a golden staff into the ground again and again for emphasis.
As Karou runs Brimstone's increasingly frantic errands, traveling between magic portals to a black-market auction in Paris and a bazaar in Marrakesh, beautiful winged beings around the globe are burning black handprints into the portal doors, marking them for reasons that soon become violently apparent.
