Quotes About Flame

I learned that in each of us there burns a flame of independence that must never be allowed to go out. That as long as it exists within us we cannot be destroyed.

Troy has perished, the great city. Only the red flame now lives there. The dust is rising, spreading out like a great wing of smoke and all is hidden. We now are gone, one here, one there. And Troy is gone forever. Farewell, dear city. Farewell, my country, where my children lived. There below, the Greek ships wait.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

Enough of these phrases, conceit and metaphors, I want burning, burning, burning.

I want you, Kaylee, like I've never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.

Rigga, Riggalai the Seer, the wax-witch who trapped souls in candles and burned them. Souls devoured in flame—

The detonation was deafening, the blast a bruised gout of flame that drove back the airborne sand and the wind carrying it, and flung the attackers and their mounts like a god's hand, backward onto the road and off the sides.

The women of Caradore had secrets and she was flitting around the hidden flame of it, curious and in danger of being scorched. The land pulsed with mysteries she wanted to penetrate.

All those who would understand the ways of wyrd must tread this path. You must strengthen the light within you, for once it burns brightly, it will illumine your way forever. There is already a tiny flame within your heart. The same flame burns within every human breast. Can you feel it? Can you see it with your inner eye?

It is like a tiny flame that cannot be stoked, for then it would be noticeable, but at least it keeps the death of belief at bay.

Daniel Cranton would be offered to the flame; the innocent, newly-awakened, brimming with psychic energy, untapped and fresh. Daniel.

We are the last flickering remnants of a once-mighty heritage, Val. We should keep that flame alive.

A quivering sensation of power, of flame. Othman sucked the impression into his brain, savoured it. Daniel must not pick this up. Not yet. It was simple to exude a blocking stream, which, invisibly, wrapped as a caul around Daniel's senses. He was so young, so untrained. He could not fight it. Under Othman's influence, he abandoned the spirtual aspects of what he was doing and gave himself to lust.

At one time, a sacred flame burned in this place, and its influence still prevails. You have walked through its memory and it has changed you.

If love is a flame, I am an inferno...

Love is a forest fire ignited by a firefly

You light the Spark in my Bonfire Heart.

You're the fire burning inside of me.

Love enters your heart a spark and exists your soul a flame.

The light of love is a flaming fire.

Why would you ask for a spell like that!" "What I asked for was a spell to light my room, you twat, that's what I got." To be fair, the incarnate flame was in fact doing a magnificent job of lighting the room.

The Fist Kiss Came With Flame The first kiss came with flame She gave him a flame wine From her scarlet lips a flame wine The second kiss came with a sea-wish She became the sea to him The pride and anger of the sea she gave him Three times they had kissed A third time deep in her winding sea-velvet She moved in light-shifts of bright sea-velvet for him Again she came with a long kiss of stars She beckoned him to a tall dome of stars

La ricerca della libertà è l'unica forza stimolante che conosca. Libertà di volare in quell'infinito là in alto; libertà di dissolversi; libertà di distaccarsi da tutto; di essere come la fiamma di una candela che, nonostante il paragone con la luce di miliardi di stelle, rimane intatta perché non ha mai finto di essere più di quanto non fosse: solo una candela. Don Juan

Man's meanness is a fuse in search of a flame.