Quotes About Fire

So imagine a fire going -- wood snapping the way it does when it's a little green — the wind rattling the windows behind the curtains -- and one of those Chopin melodies that feel like sorrow and ecstasy all mixed together pouring from the keys -- and you have my idea of happiness. Or just reading, reading and lamplight, the sound of pages turning. And so you dare to be happy. You do that thing. You dare.

Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you're Father Christmas! The Doctor: Who says I'm not, red-bicycle-when-you-were-twelve? Rose: [shocked] What? The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this! Go on, ask me anything; I'm on fire!

Lucius recalled an ancient Etruscan proverb: "Sit too near the flame and your cloak will catch fire.

I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'

Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang, 'Happy Birthday.

My hostess had an extensive family of brats, sticky-mouthed and staring, who were huddled around a delightfully huge fire.

We are in the original Chamber, which in ages past was used by the magi of the King of Magravandias. To this day, the government is called the Fire Chamber, but they no longer use this sacred place for their meetings. Few know it exists.

A residue of last night's ritual still shimmered around him; he could taste the history of the water as he drank it. Over the rim of the glass, he inspected the Grigori around the table. Beautiful men, like models or actors, but whose eyes burned with cold fire. They are angels, Daniel thought. This is a host of angels.

Varian was sitting in a chair beside the fire, in Finnigin's room. He was staring into the flames, his fingers steepled against his lips, his long legs thrust out onto the hearth. The gems upon his fingers glittered darkly, and his trembling hair gleamed like fluid. When Finnigin saw him there, he was aware of the force of Varian's attractiveness. It seemed to be dangerous, like a weapon, or a lie.

My heart was beating so fast, I could actually hear it echoing in my ears, and my face felt on fire with excitement.

This was a time of power; he could feel it vibrating in the air around him. The soul of the boy burned with a white luminance within the church. Soon, it would blaze like a beacon fire.

They call him the hand of fire, the eye of the emperor. It is said that as he slays in your father's name, so your father witnesses the event. Valraven pledged himself to the fire. Yes, I know what he is, Varencienne. A traitor to his land, his gods.

He looked like a dead saint, lying there on the bed. Was it the Grigori beauty coming through in him now, this translucence, this sense of inner fire, which shone through his fine-boned face, or had Daniel coaxed this new beauty from him?

Fire drakes dwell in the pits," she told him. "Sometimes they demand sacrifice." "What are fire-drakes?" "Elemental creatures, like dragons. They breathe the fire and feast on the minerals found in its wake.

The dull ruby light of the fire did not seem to touch the boy. He was the lamb to the slaughter; pure, beautiful, burning with his own white light. Othman experienced a twinge which was almost regret; all that potential soon to be quenched, extinguished, gutted. He allowed himself to bask in the ray of pure love for Daniel which speared his being.

I think the flaming brand symbolizes Anterity's attribute. The fire is the will, the will to overcome, not to conquer and repeat the cycle of hatred. We shall only triumph if we affirm our own suffering as our responsibility. We will triumph once we can take action and relinquish reaction.

Do not love him, for his ice will extinguish your fire.

I, and your other supporters, despised Anu's hollow sanctimony. We were filled with a fire to rebel against all that Kharsag stood for. You made us see the truth, Shem, the lie of it. You were our glorious leader. We would have followed you anywhere.

If you haunt me as a beautiful ghost, he is the demon of my nightmares. But part of me somehow resonates with what he is. I'm a wolf, a wolf of the fire. Once that wolf within me has tasted blood, he will take me over completely." "Bayard or the wolf?" Pharinet asked carefully. The wild look in Valraven's eyes made her feel breathless. He shook his head, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "The wolf, the wolf. Bayard is its master.

Fire came from the south. Fire led by its king, Casilin Malagash.

A ime will come when Great Foy and her daughters will rise once more, and extinguish the fire that burns the spirit of Caradore. This is our legacy. To this, you must now pledge your oath.

A conflagration always made such a nice backdrop to a battle. Fire made everything so much more joyously apocalyptic.

For the briefest instant, his brain was the only thing that reacted. Mistake, thought his brain. Then the mouthful of water, mixed with what remained of the almond toffee crunch, fire hosed out of his mouth, arced across the table and hit Mary Turlington just above her bosom.

The prophecy is here: When the storm calms, when rain and fire again leave the country in peace, the world will no longer be the world, but something better.