Quotes About Fires

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes indeed.

For poems are not words after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Mary Oliver (1935-2019). This quote from 'A Poetry Handbook' (1994)

And then the stars stepped forth and help up their appointed fires- that hot, hard watchman of the night.

As the storm moved closer it broke into hundreds of pieces so that the rain fell here and there from the high clouds in long, curving gray plumes. It looked like maybe fifty or sixty fires scattered over the city, except that the tall, smoky columns were flowing in reverse.

Only the misled can insist that heaven awaits the righteous while they watch the fires on Earth consume the only heaven we have ever known.

Tversky and Kahneman note that no one would buy probabilistic insurance, with premiums at a fraction of the cost but coverage only on certain days of the week, though they happily incur the same overall risk by insuring themselves against some hazards, like fires, but not others, like hurricanes.27 They buy insurance for peace of mind—to give themselves one less thing to worry about.

White as ash, her face, but ashes hold the phantoms of fires.

My mom and dad were 'helicopter parents,' literally. Meaning, I didn't have a nanny, so I went up in the helicopter. My entire early childhood education consisted of tagging along while they reported on car accidents, multiple-alarm fires, and shootouts.

I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.

Economies are embedded inside ecosystems. Companies dependent on tourism, for example, are affected by low rainfall - there's less snow for skiers, and forest fires are more intense.

On the night of the 1st of September we observed for the first time signs of the natives being in the neighbourhood. Fires were seen on the low land near Cape Frederick Henry, and at daylight we saw the natives with our glasses.

That strange mixture that's always been a major part of Hollywood—self-enchantment mingled with the ever-present fear of total disaster (earthquakes, fires, random murders)—lies beneath the physical reality of Hollywood, which sometimes looks too good to be true, as though we must have sold our souls to the devil for all those swimming pools and orange trees and young hopefuls basking in the sun.

Then Elric rushed towards the thing, shouting the names which now had no meaning to his surface consciousness. "Balaan—Marthim! Aesma! Alastor! Saebos! Verdelet! Nizilfkm! Haborym! Haborym of the Fires Which Destroy!

To reduce dangers at night, people covered fires with a kind of domed lid called a coverfeu (from which comes the word curfew)

The magic time when the first fires of the evening were lighted was long past, the bread and spoons were on the table, and the dishes laid out in their proper places for the house demons.

The 'fires'n that produce thick, rarely innocent, often strategic smoke should therefore be scrutinized. they should be known and identified; and when they involve dishonesty, lies, or manipulation, they they should be ignored.

More often than not, what animals require our protection from is not hurricanes or fires, but abuse at the hands of other people".

El tiempo, es una lluvia paciente y amarilla que apaga poco a poco los fuegos más violentos

Perhaps." The king of Heralds offered no further explanation. "And Taln?" Kalak asked. The flesh burning. The fires. The pain over and over and over…

Do you enjoy stories, young lady?" "What kind of stories?" "The best kind, of course," Slowswift said, tapping his book. "The kind about monsters and myths. Longtales, some call them—stories told by skaa around the fires, whispering of mistwraiths, sprites, and brollins and such.

Leon Uris is a storyteller, in a direct line from those men who sat around fires in the days before history and made the tribe more human.

I never made a daring rescue, which is the story people want to hear. I did go to my share of fires.

I was tasked to provide some much-needed adult supervision and demonstrate necessary tactical proficiency when dealing with enemy threats through the appropriate use of precision fires in accordance with the warrior ethic. What are you doing here, soldier?