Quotes About Fire

At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark. To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the number of the luminous, there is the aim.That is why we cry: education, knowledge! to learn to read is to kindle a fire; every syllable spelled sparkles. But whoever say light does not necessarily say joy. There is suffering in light; an excess burns. Flames is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius

A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?

Sans la moindre métaphore et dans toute l'acception du mot, vivre, c'est brûler.

Dac? nu s-ar aprinde nimic înd?r?tul pleoapei, înseamn? c? nici un gând nu încolÈ›eÈ™te în minte, înseamn? c? nici un sentiment de dragoste nu clocoteÈ™te în inim?. Acela care iubeÈ™te, acela are È™i voin??, iar voinÈ›a înfl?c?reaz? privirea omului. Hot?rârea toarn? foc în privire; foc minunat, iscat de arderea gândurilor timide.

Un incendie peut faire une aurore sans doute, mais pourquoi ne pas attendre le lever du jour ? Un volcan éclaire, mais l'aube éclaire encore mieux. Combeferre préférait peut-être la blancheur du beau au flamboiement du sublime.

Meil? turi pa?ios sielos savybi?. Ji tos pa?ios prigimties. Kaip ir siela, ji - dieviškoji kibirkštis, kaip ir siela, ji netr?nijanti, nedaloma, nenykstanti. Tai ugninis vidurkis, nemirtingas ir begalinis, kurio mumyse niekas negali apriboti ir niekas negali užgesinti. Jauti jo karšt?,perveriant? ligi kaul? smegen?, ir matai jo spinduliavim?, siekiant? dangaus gelmes.

Qu'est-ce que ton baiser? — Un lèchement de flamme

The difference between Loreda and her mother wasn't fear—they shared that. It was fire. Her mother's passion had gone out.

In the past days, she'd come to understand the importance of upheaval. The tallest mountains were created by violence and chaos; like them, a woman's independence was born of fire.

Eduardo started a fire, made a pot of ersatz

Mom ladled the soap into wooden molds while Grandma kicked sand on the fire to extinguish it.

tempers caught fire as easily as backyards.

They were almost the exact same words he'd written to her all those years ago. She hadn't recognized the sad desperation in them when they were letters on a piece of paper. Now she saw the truth: they were both an encouragement and an indictment. What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?

You're—personally responsible for The entire strip to be washed away Cleansed, as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol Flowed through the strip and were set on fire It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom And his silk And he— He erected a beautiful city A city of stars

Finally, he backs off and looks at me, smiling. "First time you've been kissed by a man, Puss? A real man?" I come back to my senses and says, breathlessly, "Put out the fire, Jared." "If you mean the fire down below, Jacky, that will never go out...," he says, coming for me again. "The fire on the desk, you fool!

He looked at my body with desire so intense I felt like I was on fire. He teased me with his cock before he thrust inside me in one swift move.

And it was good just to hold her and touch the softness of her skin. He wanted to hold her hard, not to hurt her but to keep her safe, to show her that he was strong enough to protect her. Her beauty was like fire and strange music, and he loved her.

Aphrodite just kept smiling. Because she was just doing what a goddess does-the same way that a tornado rips houses apart or a fire burns down a forest.

Absence abates a moderate passion and intensifies a great one- as the wind blows out a candle but fans fire into flame. (Maxims)

Absence lessens the minor passions and increases the great ones, as the wind douses a candle and kindles a fire.

If you see your neighbor's beard on fire, water your own. --Martinique proverb

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.