Quotes About Fire

31The "powerful elite" will become like kindling and their evil deeds like sparks—both will burn together and no one will be able to put out the fire.

We live in a world of fire and death and funerals.

and the air Was like the air after a fire, or the air before a storm, Ungodly still, but full of dark shapes turning. from "The Dragon

The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew.

Al termine di una notte di luna un cane ulula e poi ammutolisce. La luce del fuoco tremola e la sentinella sbadiglia. Un uomo vecchissimo passa silenzioso davanti alle tende, e saggia il terreno con un bastone per accertarsi di non inciampare nelle corde tese. Poi prosegue. La sua gente si trasferisce in una regione più verde. Mosè si reca all'appuntamento con gli sciacalli e gli avvoltoi.

I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.

The cave-man who first piled stones together into a rude hut did it to provide a shelter for his most precious possession, the sacred fire. There is a sacred fire that burns in every real home; an altar to restfulness and forbearance and love. The man who can claim that altar, whether the shelter built about it be a mansion or only a single room, he it is who owns his own home.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

You can't start a fire Worrying 'bout your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark

W miejsce d?umy, co zala? mia?a ca?y ?wiat, a oczy?ci?a tylko plac pod nasz? budowl?, wzniecimy wielk? zaraz? idei, która morzem oczyszczaj?cego ognia rozleje si? po starym kontynencie, drwi?c z armij, kordonów i granic.

I learned that in each of us there burns a flame of independence that must never be allowed to go out. That as long as it exists within us we cannot be destroyed.

In addition to internal heat production, the human body can absorb a small amount of heat from external sources, such as the sun, a fire, another warm body, the ingestion of hot drinks, and the inhalation of warm air.

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

over his head towards the fire, seemed invoking some curse or some blessing on the toil. But, as Ahab looked up, he slid aside. What's that bunch of lucifers dodging about there for? muttered Stubb, looking on from the forecastle. That Parsee smells fire like a fusee; and smells of it himself, like a hot musket's powder-pan. At last the shank, in one

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 rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.

Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass;

Admiral Nelson, also, on a capstan of gun-metal, stands his mast-head in Trafalgar Square; and even when most obscured by that London smoke, token is yet given that a hidden hero is there; for where there is smoke, must be fire.

Hold the steak in one hand, and show a live coal to it with the other; that done, dish it; d'ye hear?

A sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. — Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale

Ma soeur a mis le feu à sa chambre en lisant la nuit avec une lampe de poche sous son duvet pour que mon père ne voie pas de lumière passer sous la porte. Mais elle l'a éteint toute seule, en battant l'édredon contre le mur, et en ouvrant la fenêtre pour évacuer la fumée. Quand ma mère entre le matin dans sa chambre, elle trouve tout cramé. Mes parents n'ont plus la force de rosser ma soeur, elle résiste trop dignement à leurs coups.

Weather My folder of poems labeled "weather" holds no clues as to whether or not there'll be any weather to count on, say, a hard rain like "little nails, or that deluge "plunging radiant" now that we've plunged into war and wars don't stop like rain stops like that last slow drizzle onto the old tin bathroom vent sweet hint of growth in the soft wet drift north fire or ice, fire or ice are you breathing, are you lucky enough to be breathing

B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.