Quotes About Fire

You've got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

Be ENTHUSIASTIC as a leader. You can't light a fire with a wet match!

Krishna consciousness is not something imposed on the mind. On the contrary, it's already inside of each of us, waiting to come out, like fire in a match. Chanting Hare Krishna brings out that natural, pure state of mind.

Devotion to duty is a fire that warms us but worldly ambition is a fire that consumes us.

We stare into the fire of life, the flame of the soul, Yet we stand, so far away, Basking in the eternal energy that flows from within it, We stand back, too scared to approach the flames.

What a shame to convince these flames they are only sparks; what a misfortune to say this fire is a flame. You, have always been gasoline, stop pretending I haven't always been the match.

OJ says you only feel your skin at your best and worst moments so right now I can feel all of my skin, on my fingers, on my face, full of itch and fire.

Guardando y preservando las llamas, el hombre hizo acopio de conocimientos. Los fuegos sagrados que nunca se apagaban, como el fuego de Vesta en Roma, fueron mantenidos como ritos por muchos pueblos antiguos y por los modernos salvajes. Es de presumir que se trata de supervivencias y reminiscencias de la época en la cual el hombre todavía no aprendía a producir el fuego a voluntad.

Tulta munille!

Verlaß mich, Bruder. Ich will schlafen, hingestreckt am Busen der Tiefe. Denn die kalte Welle mag mir Frieden bringen und das Feuer der Leidenschaft bitten zu verlöschen.

gods, the Dánavas and the Yakshas have born (sic) all, (his oppression); this lord of Rákshas therefore distresses the universe; and, inflated by this promise unjustly vexes the divine sages, the Yakshas, and Gandharvas, the Asuras, and men: where Ráva?a remains there the sun loses his force, the winds through fear of him do not blow; the fire

The sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near, But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floor Like a flat Quilt, where The cat can curl and purr.

The Chinese say that love is balance. He is the water to my fire.The chimpanzee to my bonobo. And when I am mired in life's ugliness, when I can see only what's decaying both inside and outside my own head, he is the blindness I need, the mindless faith in happy endings.

a winged pipe flies around the streaks of lightning in a vast coil with a song it tries to lure them somewhere is it back to the clouds or to another lovier heaven or to earth amongst men it become entangled in the tongues of flame both song and wings are on fire and its shadow on the gates of heaven doesnt it know some other song with this it will only enrage the lightning streaks and wont lure them anyway

In all liberation struggles it is the common people who bathe in the fire of oppression.

Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don't have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire.

Remember, you are not your negative thoughts. You are not your painful imaginations. See yourself as separate from your thoughts. This will aid you in dismissing the horror films. Just as fire fades when not fed additional fuel, so do emotional fires fade away when we cease to fuel them with negative imagination.

Deeper, much deeper, the fire purifies. It is the wilderness fire to which no one descends. An exile, forbidden to souls, forbidden to shadows. Bowels that burn with an unholy solitude.

Love is a momentary destruction, a combustion that threatens the pure creature we love, the one who's wounded in our fire. But after we've pulled away from her unraveled flames and looked at her, we see clearly the new, re-formed and flawless life, the quiet, warm life that called to us from the sweet surface of her body. Here is love's perfect vessel, filled and overflowing with its serene and glistening golden blood.

Los verdaderos poemas son incendios. La poesía se propaga por todas partes, iluminando sus consumaciones con estremecimientos de placer o de agonía.

I rolled in the ash of the fire just to be touched and dirtied by something.

There is energy released from within that carries with it the power to heal. First destruction, then creation… The fire burns through the old structures eradicating them, transmuting their energies to a higher vibrational level. Then the creative energy released from the destruction allows for the cure of whatever ails the body.

The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer.