Quotes About Flame

No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark lay hidden in the dregs of it.

But it is not in the nature of pure love to burn so fiercely and unkindly long. The flame that in its grosser composition has the taint of earth, may prey upon the breast that gives it shelter; but the sacred fire from Heaven, is as gentle in the heart, as when it rested on the heads of the assembled twelve,* and showed each man his brother, brightened and unhurt. The

A jednak by?em na tyle s?aby i jestem na tyle s?aby, by pragn??, aby pani dowiedzia?a si?, jak? w?adz? ma pani nade mn?, ?e z garstki popio?u, któr? jestem, zmieniam si? w p?omie?.

Now is the flickering flame of a single candle Forever—the endless light of a galaxy of stars.

Love must be as much a light as a flame.

Love is that flame which, when it is kindled, Devours everything except the Beloved.

With a single candle, night burns into infinity.

A poet is a flaming phoenix — burnt up with each and every poem.

Emily Dickinson's poetry is life — blood — spirit. Her passion fills all the poems, till they are like alabaster filled with flame.

We are all fuel. We are born, and we burn, some of us more quickly than others. There are different kinds of combustion. But not to burn, never to catch fire at all, that would be the sad life, wouldn't it?

Cây n?n cháy, l?a xanh, l?a ??, Chân n?n kia, l? nh? lâm ly. L? khô, khi t?t n?n ?i, Cô em khóc lóc, gi?ng kia ?ã khàn. Cây n?n cháy, l?a vàng, l?a ??, Ng?i cùng em, hát ?? ?ôi câu. Tình ?au, khúc hát c?ng r?u Kim ?âm vào m?t, l? ?au ch?y tràn...

La llama de un fósforo dura solo unos segundos, pero es capaz de incendiar un bosque.»

Knowledge without Spirit is like finding yourself on a cold night with all the wood in the world and having no flame with which to ignite it.

Every new molecule would be surrounded by its own spirals and flame like projections, and those, inevitably, would reveal molecules tinier still, always similar, never identical, fulfilling some mandate of infinite variety, a miracle of miniaturisation in which every new detail was sure to be a universe of its own, diverse and entire.

Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left of us then?

A gust of wind blows in through the porch with the sound of shaken leaves. The flame of the lamp leaps.

I had found the edge. The place where you unstrap all your fastenings to the earth, to what you are what you have been, where you flame out on the edge of the spheres, and the sun and moon become eclipsed and the world below is as dead and remote and without interest as if it were glazed with ice.

Besides, isn't it better to let evil die inside its own flame?

But not until the singular flame of the light side was extinguished from the galaxy. Not until the Jedi Order was stamped out.

I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.

If size really mattered, a match wouldn't be able to set a forest on fire.

My politics of optimism and hope still casts its lot with the Democrats - in the optimistic hope that the dying embers of its status as the party of our better angels, one that took risks for social justice, can still be fanned into a flame. But I'm an old man, born in 1969.