Quotes About Fire

I remember that night as a scent, smoke first , then Montana sagebrush, that distant but forever threat of autumn in the air, and a passion caught in that scent, just a feeling that still wells up in me when I smell anything remotely like it, all of us purely alive and it up by the fire like fresh devils in the dark.

All right guys, fun is fun," Bamberger said, mixing in a few of his favorite Bronx-flavored curse words. "But these hot foots have got to stop." As Bamberger spoke, an unnamed player—it may have been Rick Cerone—lit his laces on fire, ending the meeting.

Hell is a place of unrelieved torment and horrible misery… a place of impenetrable darkness… a place of fire… a place of unrelieved torment for both body and soul. Hell will be horrible for everybody there, but some people will suffer more than others.19 —JOHN MACARTHUR

Hell is going to be eternity filled with grief and pain, an unquenchable fire, according to the Bible.31 —FRANKLIN GRAHAM

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

It's the little details I love. How to fletch your arrows with owl feathers, because owls fly silently, so maybe your arrows will, too. How to carry fire in a piece of smouldering fungus wrapped in birchbark. These are the things which help a world come alive.

I was not great behind the counter. I had a week off without asking for it. Another time, we had a cart go up in flames, and we went out on another cart, which we wrecked by running it into the cart that was on fire.

London is a city of ghosts; you feel them here. Not just of people, but eras. The ghost of empire, or the blitz, the plague, the smoky ghost of the Great Fire that gave us Christopher Wren's churches and ushered in the Georgian city.

Charles Blow's memoir 'Fire Shut Up in My Bones' was a breathtaking piece of writing.

All tyrants were harsh, but fire was more ungovernable than most.

She had to turn her head away for an instant, clear her throat, blow her nose. Oh damn, tears, they burn like fire, she cried, suddenly in a fury, and ran for an old blanket to dab her eyes before the salty wetness could run down her cheeks.

the tilting of an eyebrow. This was too obscure a hieroglyphic for the Vicar to decipher, no matter how Miss Armstrong concentrated the pure fire of her being in the muscles of her forehead. One day she would self-immolate... Spontaneous combustion caused by an eyebrow left to smolder a moment too long.

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

Qué mejor cosa que estarse por la noche al amor de la lumbre con un libro, mientras el viento pega en los cristales, y arde la lámpara...?

Through the forest he pursued the she-monster whose tail coiled over the dead leaves like a silver stream; and he came to a meadow where women, with the hindquarters of dragons, stood around a great fire, raised on the tips of their tails. The moon shone red as blood in a pale circle and their scarlet tongues, formed like fishing harpoons, stretched out, curling to the edge of the flame.

Qué cosa mejor, en efecto, que estar en casa por la noche con un libro junto al fuego, mientras el viento bate los vidrios y la lámpara se consume!

Közden ellerim ile, ateÅŸin tabiat? hakk?nda yaz?yorum.

la pupilla spenta che intravide tra le palpebre malchiuse lo bollò come d'un marchio di fuoco.

Avec ma main brûlée j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.

Am vazut deci arzand un om pe rug, si asta mi-a inspirat dorinta de a disparea in acelasi mod. In acest fel totul dispare imediat. Omul grabeste opera lenta a naturii... Trupul e mort, spiritul a disparut. Focul ce purificca imprastie in cateva ore ce a fost candva o fiinta Insemnarile lui Maupassant din 7 septembrie 1884

In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni

It must, I thought as I viewed it, be the outcome of a fire; but why had nothing new ever grown over those five acres of grey desolation that sprawled open to the sky like a great spot eaten by acid in the woods and fields?

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He