Quotes About Flames

Overreacting as usual," Bosch said. "One fire and they're all there, showing the flames. You know what that does? That's like throwing gasoline on it. It will spread now. People will see that in their living rooms and go outside to see what is happening. Groups will form, things will be said and people won't be able to back down from their anger. One thing will lead to another and we'll have our media-manufactured riot.

Variety's the source of joy below, From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow, In books and love the mind one end pursues, And only change the expiring flames renews.

Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns-

Well, just think of a forest floor after a wildfire's put out. The flames are gone, the ones you can see, but the ground's still hot because it's smoldering underneath, buried. A poke could set it off to roaring again. Cher, worrying about that poke will follow me to my grave!

In her mind's eye she saw it, saw it all at last: the rolling armies and the flames of battle; the graves and pits and dying cries of a hundred million souls; the spreading darkness, like a black wing stretching over the earth; the last, bitter hours of cruelty and sorrow, and the terrible, final flights; death's great dominion over all, and, at the last, empty cities, becalmed by the silence of a hundred years. Already these things were coming to pass.

There burned in him a love without object that shattered his inner being. At the slightest inducement, the flames of passion would break out; but soon, from pride or willfulness, this passion seemed to scorn its object and would turn back, doubly enraged, on itself and him, in order to feed on the core of his heart.

Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.

All these thoughts of love and strife Glimmered through his lurid life, As the stars' intenser light Through the red flames o'er him trailing, As his ships went sailing, sailing, Northward in the summer night.

Some of these DJs have screens, 3D blocks, flames, gas and even a trapeze. It's like looking at a really stupid customised car.

I started playing for the Flames at 19 but even in minor hockey I remember traveling to Calgary for tournaments, from St. Albert, and I imagined playing in the Saddledome.

Twin flames burn eternal. Destine to shine bright in a united embrace that is set to last for an eternity.

You were like flames that must dance and leap to exist at all.

Se dijo que se marchaba en unos días en que los bosques ardían, y su vida y sus recuerdos se consumían en aquellas llamas maravillosas y despiadadas. ¿Debía sufrir por no sufrir? ¿Debía quizá sentir nostalgia por no sentir nostalgia.

They say that your first love never dies. You can put out the flames, but not the fire.

Love is the opposite of fear and it lights the flames of a million hearts.

In a well-organized world he might have landed on a fire escape, but the fire escapes were unknown in Ankh-Morpork and the flames generally had to leave via the roof.

The whirl of images refused to remain still. The flames. Edwina. The spreading pool of Dominic's blood, glistening in the firelight.

Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.

She had her sonar continually set for excuses to entertain, to bring together influential and powerful people in a mix that hummed, sizzled, throbbed, and sometimes burst into flames. But I was delighted to be her excuse tonight.

In desperation's hope he calls, "A soul to trade, a soul to sell," For better one to suffer flames, Than daughters loved to burn in Hell.

But that darkness was licked up by the fierce flames, which at intervals forked forth from the sooty flues, and illuminated every lofty rope in the rigging, as with the famed Greek fire. The burning ship drove on, as if remorselessly commissioned to some vengeful deed.

The flames had passed over those flattened blades and consumed their heather neighbours on either side while they themselves had remained, made proof against the blaze and guaranteed their stark survival just by their earlier oppression.

I paused with the pen in my hand. He burst into flames? He became engulfed in fire. Was his buddy made out of orange rocks and at any point yell, 'It's clobbering time'?