Quotes About Flame

If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame... ... Only you and me then amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame

The three quarters began. The first note sounded, measured and tranquil, serenely peremptory, emptying the unhurried silence for the next one and that's it if people could only change one another forever that way merge like a flame swirling up for an instant then blown cleanly out along the cool eternal dark instead of lying there trying not to think of the swing until all cedars came to have that vivid dead smell of perfume that Benjy hated so.

Terrorism," said the rental. "We prefer not to use that term," said Lowbeer, studying her candle flame with something that looked to Netherton to be regret, "if only because terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state." She

O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

And dying is more natural than living, because what could be more unnatural than that panicstricken thing leaping and falling like a last flame beneath the ribs?

It was only when the giant got halfway down the incline that he suddenly, happily, burst into flame and continued his trip saying, NO SURVIVORS, NO SURVIVORS! in a manner that could only indicate deadly sincerity. It was seeing him happily burning and advancing that startled the Brute Squad to screaming. And once that happened, why, everybody panicked and ran...

With love, one could glow. One did not need the intense flame after all. Now

Fire is not a thing. It is a situation of temperature.

Safiye looked as if she was formed of fire herself, particles of flame dancing the flesh of her arm into existence. That or she was returning to fire.

The wretched beast is tame I don't need a lover So blow out the flame...

Embracing the Light Collected bits of truth Shimmering sparks Shards of light Merge Healing Restoring Bursting Bright Rising in divine ecstatic flame.

The Gospel is not an old, old story, freshly told. It is a fire in the Spirit, fed by the flame of Immortal Love; and woe unto us, if, through our negligence to stir up the Gift of God which is within us, that fire burns low.

Si votre maison brûlait, qu'emporteriez- vous ? – J'emporterais le feu.

Fire will attract more attention than any other cry for help.

As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Der brænder et lys i natten,/det brænder alene for mig/og puster jeg til det, så flammer det op, og flammer alene for mig. –/Men taler du stille, og hvisker du tyst,/er lyset pludselig mere end lyst/og brænder dybt i mit eget bryst,/– alene for dig. –//

Not the flame, but what it promised, Surrender. To be quenched of danger.

He never had smoke rising from his nostrils the way the dragons flying overhead did. He never sneezed out bursts of flame (although he did sneeze quite a lot for a while after his time in the river). He never even breathed heat, not even on the coldest nights when they both really needed it.

We're trying to kill a NightWing dragonet!" Flame shouted. "Did you see where he went?" Wow, that was the wrong thing to say, Starflight thought.

Don't fear the light within. May it ignite the Sacred Flame in your soul.

Let yourself get carried away by the night from time to time. Look up at the stars and try to get drunk on the sense of infinity. The night, with all its charms, is also a path to enlightenment. Just as a dark well has thirst-quenching water at its bottom, the night, whose mystery brings us closer to the mystery of God, has a flame capable of enkindling our soul hidden in its shadows.

A man in search of spirituality knows little, because he reads of it and tries to fill his intellect with what he judges wise. Trade your books for madness and wonder—then you will be a bit closer to what you seek. Books bring us opinions and studies, analyses and comparisons, while the sacred flame of madness brings us to the truth.

Love changes," she replied. "When the flame dies, the glow remains, but it no longer centers upon one human creature and it warms the whole soul. Then the soul looks at all human creatures with love diffused.