Quotes About Fire

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.»

If the fire was too hot, you could hardly keep the pudding from scorching by tossing a handful of raisins in the pot.

A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine.

The tree had been dead a long time, but it seemed to live again in the fire

Fire and Blood were the words of House Targaryen, but Dunk once heard Ser Arlan say that Aegon's should have been Wash Her and Bring Her to My Bed .

He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.

Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.

even stone will crack and melt if a fire is hot enough.

Shadow?" Davos felt his flesh prickling. "A shadow is a thing of darkness." "You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.

Some lights cast more than one shadow. Stand before the nightfire and you'll see for yourself. The flames shift and dance, never still. The shadows grow tall and short, and every man casts a dozen. Some are fainter than others, that's all. Well, men cast their shadows across the future as well. One shadow or many.

A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust.

On wings as black as pitch Balerion plunged through the night, and when the great towers of Harrenhal appeared beneath him, the dragon roared his fury and bathed them in black fire, shot through with swirls of red.

Si el hielo puede arder, el amor y el odio se pueden emparejar. Montaña o pantano, da igual. La tierra es una» —Jojen.

Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire.…

The Iron Throne was forged with fire and steel and terror, it is said, but once the throne had cooled, it became the seat of justice for all Westeros.

Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again.

The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.

For all her Targaryen blood, Dany had not the least idea of how to train a dragon.

Come, drink with me," the fat man said. "A scale from the dragon that burned you, as they say.

Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!

And with his death, the war of ravens and envoys and marriage pacts came to an end, and the war of fire and blood began in earnest.

She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.

What fire joins none man can put aside,