Quotes About Flames

The cloth fell from his back and he was an aloof and dignified courtier no longer, but a witch-boy, the creature of his childhood, he that sang the water spirits from their gnat-organized homes. Jadrin, as white and deadly as the hottest of consuming flames.

Conversations flowed like the waters of a water-fall! And every time they met their conversations sparked flames like the forest caught in a wild fire!

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

like our parents always told us not to like firefighters warn against we're playing games and making the rules up as we go we're matching warmth to warmth starting fires burning wishes into our skin we're hidden holding forbidden lights we're children whose fathers have never taught never touch but we're finding these new flames we smother at the sound of footsteps.

El dragón carmesí crecía día tras día y devoraba cuanto encontraba a su paso. Los cuerpos desgarrados llovían del cielo y las llamas de su aliento fluían por las calles como un torrente de sangre.

He saw the fireball coming, bouncing on the potholes, trailing smoke and sparks and the flames blown back like wings, disjointed reflections leaping along the shop windows. It veered, struck a parked car and overturned in front of the building, one wheel spinning and flames through the spokes, blazing arms rising in the fighting posture of the burned.

With a flourish of his scepter, Mor'ded filled the long great room with sparkling white fire, the flames harmlessly bouncing off the wigs of the men and the silk skirts of the ladies. The courtiers laughed and wove their bodies through the magic, and Dominic watched them with hooded eyes until his father grew tired of amusing his playthings. When

War is sorrowful. The flames of war burns away life and dreams and bonds, leaving behind countless sorrows. Sorry gives birth to tragedy, And tragedy gives birth to Akuma." (Lavi Bookman)

Quickly, the dragon came at him, encouraged As Beowulf fell back; its breath flared, And he suffered, wrapped around in swirling Flames -- a king, before, but now A beaten warrior. None of his comrades Came to him, helped him, his brave and noble Followers; they ran for their lives, fled Deep in a wood. And only one of them Remained, stood there, miserable, remembering, As a good man must, what kinship should mean.

Rumors, even true ones, are like flames: Stifle the oxygen and they sputter and die.

The pound of footsteps suddenly echoed and the flames several feet in front of her parted. Finally. In strolled Lucifer, as carefree as a summer day. "I've been waiting for your return," he said in the silkiest of voices. He even grinned, the expression pure wickedness. "What can I do for you, my darling?

Fire existed only for a moment, remade with every passing second, constantly replaced by newly-created flames. While the burning materials might be of this world and contaminated by chaos, the actual tongues of fire were untouched. They were free from corruption as they winked in and out of existence.

I raised my gaze. He was looking at me, his amber eyes full of flames from the fire. "But would I get you, if I were an innkeeper?" "Yes." "That's all I want.

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 did he at any point yell, 'It's clobbering time'?

The people around him believed that fate was tracking them down, them and their pitiable generation; but not Maurice: he knew there had been exoduses throughout history. How many people had died on this land (on land everywhere in the world), dripping with blood, fleeing the enemy, leaving cities in flames, clutching their children to their hearts: no one gave a thought to these countless dead, or pitied them.

There's a certain drama in going down in a good cause. Any decent politician is masochistic enough to dream now and then of going down in flames while the angels sing. But, -Dr. Lamont, to do that one has to have a fighting chance. One has to have something to fight for that may— justmay— win out.

The fire flashed through Fiction, consuming as it traveled. It reached for the cookbooks. The cookbooks roasted.

You should wear flames more often. They suit you.

You could see the flames and the outer skin of the spacecraft glowing; and burning, baseball-size chunks flying off behind us. It was an eerie feeling, like being a gnat inside a blowtorch flame.

Your smile is poetry to my soul igniting flames of old

I read the line over and over as if I might discern the little fires set the flames of an idea licking the page how knowledge burns

the grass melting and yelling on the top of the ground and those smokesweet pictures of bluegray putting the whole sky out of place and all the while nobody saying anything just watching what the flames did like something busted out finally and having its say we all came together.

A petal falling, never to bloom again A petal in flames, full of beauty

Hay que ser tan viejo como la Creación, y al mismo tiempo tan joven como si aún no se hubiera nacido... Hay que entregarse, abandonarse. Hay que perderse y volverse a encontrar. Las llamas del alma no deben apagarse nunca. ¡Hay que arder sin cesar, hay que quemarse y apagarse y volverse a encender!