Quotes About Fire

The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire.

Fallen angels are traitorous scum who weren't meant to breed. They and their emim offspring deserve to be slaughtered." What a tool. If Zhubaal were anywhere but here, he'd lob a ball of acid fire at Ricky Bobby's haloed head. "You know I'm a fallen angel, right?" He gestured to himself. "I mean, I'm standing right here.

The world was going to burn, and he was holding the match.

Then think of fire, It's laughter, the music of splintering beams and glass, The flames reaching through the second story of a house almost as if to -mistakenly- rescue someone who left you years ago. It is so American, fire. So like us. It's desolation. And it's eventual, brief triumph.

Ya?murlarla diplerinden ye?eren çal?lar?n kökleri o gece gövdelerini saran alevleri an?ms?yor mu? (s.155)

Civilization did not come with fire. It came with the discovery of how to use fire to heat water.

Tita knew through her own flesh how fire transforms the elements, how a lump of corn flour is changed into a tortilla, how a soul that hasn't been warmed by the fire of love is lifeless, like a useless ball of corn flour.

Alzó el vuelo y se alejó hacia el sol naciente, y sus alas parecían arder a la luz del alba como si estuviesen envueltas en llamas.

A fairy tale with a twisted ending, one in which the sun sets like napalm on the prince and princess as they walk off, sticky all over with fire.

The flame in her was slow and deep-he was going to incite it with the fire in himself; he was going to make a blaze to burn down cities, to lay waste cathedrals and castles and plain meetinghouses-to make a world where it was only him, and only her, and this bed, and one flesh.

Inside the house, near the hearth, Amiel had built a sort of fire pit with rocks. It was a safer place to cook than most campsites, really, because there was concrete all around, and I longed to be there when he had the fire going, when we could be cowgirl and cowboy and pretend we weren't a few miles from two million people.

On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned white like molten glass...I was hoping, like everyone else who lay awake listening to the wind, that no pyromaniacs were out there, trembling in thrall beneath the god monster, reaching for a match.

Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.

least, that's what it looked like. A roped-off room in a castle somewhere, a room made entirely of blocks of stone, icy and cold, even though a fire burned low in the hearth. A room where doomed queens went to die.

Maybe, if God is fire, we are a grove of ponderosa pines. Without the heat and burn of God's flame, our pinecones would remain closed tight around the seeds that are needed for our thriving and growth and new life.

For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.

But the burns weren't the worst of what that fire did to Dad. It took away his easy smile and booming laugh. It turned him quiet. Some days Dad barely talked at all. He'd get

Many are removing trees and bushes and grasses that can catch fire.

mainly wood for fire and fresh water.

The human brain literally became able to draw down the fire from heaven, in other words, to snatch a portion of Divine energy. This Divine energy had existed since the time when the Divinity convulsed in the cosmic orgasm call the big bang. The 'fluids' released in this energetic discharge were able to balance, or neutralize, the charge between heaven and earth.

I woke raging with desire for you…

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control. It scaled walls and jumped over trenches. Sparks leapt like fleas and spread as rapidly; a breeze could carry embers for miles.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing...It scaled walls and jumped over trenches. Sparks leapt like fleas and spread as rapidly; a breeze could carry embers for miles.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control.