Quotes About Flaring

It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it, it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.

Please don't ask how I know such things, please: where fish are concerned I know everything - or as good as - & besides, it's rude to interrupt when I am in the middle of telling you how that sorry crumpled dory began to flare up

Wet gas—gas that flowed mixed with petroleum—was routinely vented into the atmosphere or flared off. Gas was often left to vent into the air, sometimes for years, when drillers abandoned dry holes. A 1935 US Federal Trade Commission report to Congress estimated that 20 percent more gas was wasted nationwide between 1919 and 1930 than was consumed:

R0 explains and, to some limited degree, it predicts. It defines the boundary between a small cluster of weird infections in a tropical village somewhere, flaring up, burning out, and a global pandemic. It came from George MacDonald.

I give you back your heart. I give you permission – for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her and the burying of her wound – for the burying of her small red wound alive – for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse

When Ben turned, his dark eyes danced with yellow light. Already handsome, flaring took his attractiveness to a whole new level. Ben's coppery skin practically glowed in the evening light. I turned quickly, surprised by the color rising to my cheeks.

Communications in those days were too poor to permit us to document a transmission chain, but records show smallpox flaring in separate explosions to the south like a chain of firecrackers: Guatemala (1780–81), Colombia (1781–83), Ecuador (1783).

That's not fair," Eragon said. "I can't use that spell, not without my sword flaring up like a bonfire.

You know me, Robert, when my passions flare, diplomacy is not my métier.

It did make me hate them – not all the time – but with the hatred of the helpless; a flaring, subsiding hatred that gradually became the bed of the relationship. A hatred made of coal, and burning low like coal, and fanned up every time there was another crime, another punishment.

the dress clings to my chest and waist, skirt flaring over my hips. The tattered edges give it a haunting elegance, as though I am wrapped in the shadows of dusk. I look the picture of mysterious courtier, rather than someone who sleeps in dirt.