Quotes About Flame

Only one lamp in three or four was lit.

It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

Now, Anne Shirley, for pity's sake don't fly up into the air." The warning seemed not unnecessary, so uplifted and aerial was Anne's expression and attitude as she sprang to her feet, her face irradiated with the flame of her spirit.

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

Jag kupade händerna om tändaren för att skydda lågan från vinden, och när min hud nuddade hans kände jag hur det fladdrade till i bröstet. Var det lust, kärlek eller bara ett tidigt tecken på lungcancer?

I watch the Eruptions. Mount Dad, long dormant, now considered armed and dangerous. Mount Saint Mom, oozing lava, spitting flame. Warn the villagers to run into the sea.

glass, a substance that went from liquid to solid through the use of fire and air

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click, a sound is made, not a flame. Where a shadow is a think created by the sun, not a weapon. Where your reflection stays in the mirror, and where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing: Imagination

Behold a candle, how it gives its light. It weeps its life away drop by drop in order to give forth its flame of light.

Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.

There is no mistaking love. You feel it in your heart. It is the common fiber of life, the flame that heats our soul, energizes our spirit, and supplies passion to our lives.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

Jag ville inte att min kärlek en dag skulle slockna som en fallande stjärna. Jag ville att den skulle brinna för alltid.

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

And at night, waking out of a dream, overwhelmed and bewitched by the crowding apparitions, a man perceives with alarm how slight is the support, how thin the boundary that divides him from the darkness. We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame To wand'ring mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim, And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displac'd That I shall never find my home.

The priceless writing from the Dark Ages burned with a tall, bright flame. For a few short moments the centuries spoke with the soft whisper of paper blackening in the fire. And then the flame went out and darkness covered the earth.

To Darkness 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 all the rest. But the dark embraces everything: shapes and shadows, creatures and me, people, nations—just as they are. From The Book of Hours I, 11

My wife and I often visit Rosales and the Ilokos as a matter of habit or whim induced by nostalgia, homesickness - whatever draws pilgrims to worshipped sanctuaries. Or, perhaps, what compels moths to seek the votive flame.

the walls of the cabin burst outwards in a sheet of flame. Logs were thrown high into the sky, spinning end over end before they crashed back down to earth

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the star-less night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.

And none at all has ridden at the king's side since Aerinha, goddess of honor and flame, first taught men to forge their blades. You'd think Aerinha would have had better sense.