Quotes About Flame

You know what burns me? Matches.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.

Co to by?o - ten p?omie?, ten nieko?cz?cy si? brak, to s?odkie, g??bokie, promieniuj?ce uczucie zbieraj?cych si? ?ez? Co to by?o?

To be loved means to be ablaze. To love is: to cast a light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away; to love is to last. (Letters on Life)

Que el mundo arda a través de uno mismo.

And we lived in a world that was evil. A world that was like a great black ship pulling away from the shore of sanity and civilization, roaring its black horn in the night, taking two billion people with it, whether they wanted to go or not, to death, to fall over the edge of the earth and the sea into radioactive flame and madness.

And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.

And as before, it was good to burn, he felt himself gush out in the fire, snatch, rend, rip in half with flame, and put away the senseless problem. If there was no solution, well then now there was no problem, either. Fire was best for everything.

It was not burning, it was warming.

The sun burned every day. It burned Time.

Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech - and nothing happend. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives - he called them enemies! hidden out of sight somewhere.

Por esa razón afirmo que Kurtz era un hombre notable. Él tenía algo que decir. Lo decía. Desde el momento en que yo mismo me asomé al borde, comprendí mejor el sentido de su mirada, que no podía ver la llama de la vela, pero que era lo suficiente amplia como para abrazar el universo entero, lo suficiente penetrante como para introducirse en todos los corazones que baten en la oscuridad. Había resumido, había juzgado. «¡El horror!».

What you call your personality, you know? --it's not like actual bones, or teeth, something solid. It's more like a flame. A flame can be upright, and a flame can flicker in the wind, a flame can be extinguished so there's no sign of it, like it had never been.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

So you don't believe we have souls I guess? and Legs laughed and said, Yeah probably we do but why's that mean we're gonna last forever? Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

The sky resembled shattered oyster shells ribboned with flame in the west, but at ground level, you could almost see (sometimes Mananne had stared out the window of her bedroom, observing) how shadows lifted from the snowy contours of the land, like living things.

There is something in October sets the gipsy blood astir. We must rise and follow her Where from every hill aflame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Oh, 'tis a terrible thing in early youth To be assailed by laughter and mute shame, A terrible thing to be befooled forsooth By one's own foolish face betrayed in flame.

You light the Spark in my Bonfire Heart.