Quotes About Fire

His eyes burned yellowly.

bent down in front of the vent and turned my head, coughing from the dark smoke. A small, red orange fire began to take form. In a flash I grabbed the can of lighter fluid

But to hell with them. Let's give them something to infect their waking and fire their dreams.

He rose, placed another small log on the fire, sat back down in his armchair, and opened his book. What are you reading? Reggie asked. On a wild night like this? Agatha Christie, of course. I still feel compelled to see if Hercule Poirot's 'little gray cells' will do their job one more time. It seems to often inspire my own brain, however inferior it might be to the diminutive Belgian's.

when civilization gets shown the door, and the rule of law don't matter for shit, and the whole damn world gets set on fire. It's always closer than you think.

La motivación es una energía como el fuego de esta fogata. Es la energía que dirige nuestras conductas. Con estas leñas que has colocado, la fogata puede arder toda la noche.

The single thing that does the most to destroy forensic evidence at a fire scene is not the fire itself; it is an untrained, overzealous investigator armed with a rake.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.

Los placeres violentos poseen finales violentos y tienen en su triunfo su propia muerte, del mismo modo en que se consumen el fuego y la pólvora en un beso voraz.

Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like moulten lead.

Then to the elements be free...

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation; all but mariners Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel; Then all afire with me the King's son Ferdinand With hair up staring ( then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.