Quotes About Fire

The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way Against the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead And filled with the lives of fire, Pure heir of the ruined day.

Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life's cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what rock, what smoke showed you where I live? …while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me?till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart.

alive, crystal in your own crystal, fire in your own fire, ray of purple stone.

La poesía acompañó a los agonizantes y restañó los dolores, condujo a las victorias, acompañó a los solitarios, fue quemante como el fuego, ligera y fresca como la nieve, tuvo manos, dedos y puños, tuvo brotes como la primavera: echó raíces en el corazón del hombre.

Currently, our minds are devoted to things we do not want. Our positive intentions occupy but a tiny sliver of our minds. The rest is focused on the problems we hope the intentions will eliminate. The majority of our brainpower is devoted to the old beliefs of scarcity, problem relationships, and a God who shoots fire bolts from heaven. The

Just as a wet match, when struck, does not produce fire, so a mind saturated with restlessness cannot produce the fire of concentration even when one makes great efforts to strike the cosmic spark.

You may shut the mouth of the bear and the tiger; Ride the lion and play with the cobra; By alchemy you may earn your livelihood; You may wander through the universe incognito; Make vassals of the gods; be ever youthful; You may walk on water and live in fire: But control of the mind is better and more difficult.

You may control a mad elephant; You may shut the mouth of the bear and the tiger; Ride the lion and play with the cobra; By alchemy you may earn your livelihood; You may wander through the universe incognito; Make vassals of the gods; be ever youthful; You may walk on water and live in fire: But control of the mind is better and more difficult.

You may control a mad elephant; You may shut the mouth of the bear and the tiger; Ride the lion and play with the cobra; By alchemy you may earn your livelihood; You may wander through the universe incognito; Make vassals of the gods; be ever youthful; You may walk on water and live in fire: But control of the mind is better and more difficult. In

My memory often seems like a city of exiled poets afire with the astonishment of language, each believing in the integrity of his own witness, each with a separate version of culture and history, and the divine essential fire that is poetry itself.

Do you want a half-truth or truth?" "Truth." "Then you will have to trust me." His voice was suddenly softer than the fire sounds, melting into the silence within the stones. "Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope. Trust me." Morgon

This bond I draw between you: that though you are parted in mind or in body, there will be a call in the core of you, one to the other, that nothing, no one else will answer to. By the secrets of earth and water, this bond is woven, unbreakable, irrevocable; by the law that created fire and wind this call is set in you, in life and beyond life . . .

They were all of timber. He saw vividly a sheet of fire spreading across the entire city, burning crops and orchards, billowing along the

You're about as weak as a match. Carol held it burning for a moment after she lighted her cigarette. But given the right conditions, you could burn a house down, couldn't you?

And if you, Miss Hilary, could blow up that fire and put on a kettle, we will make her a nice cup of tea. In fact I think we all should all be the better of a nice cup of tea.

It could also be applied to the Moonies, Jehovah's Witnesses and many other successful religious movements. If smoke is evidence of fire, are they all true?

Fighting communicable disease was often like fighting a forest fire: sometimes you had to drop back and surrender a battle in hopes of winning the war.

Like an ocean on fire, the red-tiled rooftops of Rome spread out before him, glowing in the scarlet sunset.

en un embudo subterráneo de sufrimiento; un desolador paisaje de fuego, azufre, aguas residuales, monstruos y el mismísimo Satán en su centro. En

thighs flesh rather than steel, her groin matted from the moisture of their passion. Her face is dark, the sun behind her, but he sees red flames dying in the multifaceted pits of her eyes. She smiles and he sees sunlight glint on rows of metal

Goodsir rolled the corpse over while Fitzjames removed his jacket and beat out the flames rising from the dead man's face and hair. Harry Goodsir felt as if he were watching all this from a great distance. The professional part of his mind noticed with cool detachment that the furnace, as poorly banked as the low coal flames had been, had melted the man's eyes, burned away his nose and ears, and turned his face into the texture of an overbaked, bubbling raspberry flan.

THE SEAT OF ALL PASSION

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

"The ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout."