Quotes About Fire

Later that year, when snow started to hide the front steps, when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa, buried under everything I'd lost, I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're al trapped.

Man kann auch die Waldbrandgefahr mindern, indem man sämtliche Bäume fällt.

In my dream, all of the collapsed ceilings reformed above us. The fire went back into the bombs, which rose up and into the bellies of planes whose propellers turned backward, like the second hands of the clocks across Dresden, only faster.

Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

This has happened and will happen again,' said Euphorbus. 'You are not lighting a pyre, you are lighting a labyrinth of flames. If all the fires I have seen were gathered together here, they would not fit on earth and the angels would be blinded. I have said this many times.' Then he cried out, because the flames had reached him.

Time is the thing I am made of. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that tears me apart, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

El tiempo no rehace lo que perdemos, la eternidad lo guarda para la gloria y también para el fuego.

AteÅŸi düÅŸündüm, ama sonsuz bir kitab?n yak?lmas?n?n da sonsuz olmas?ndan ve yeryüzünü duman?yla boÄŸabilmesinden ürktüm.

He walked against the florid banners of the fire. And the fire did not bite his flesh but caressed and engulfed him without heat or combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he, too, was all appearance, that someone else was dreaming him.

Timpul nu reface ceea ce pierdem, veÅŸnicia p?streaz? totul pentru slava ei sau pentru a-l încredinÅ£a focului mistuitor.

Timpul nu reface ceea ce pierdem, veÈ™nicia p?streaz? totul pentru slava ei sau pentru a-l încredinÈ›a focului mistuitor.

Zawsze szuka ratunku ten, komu Å›wiat runÄ…Å' i potrzebna jest pomoc, bo pogubiÅ' nogi, a w dodatku nie widzi Å›niegu. PóÅ'noc. PóÅ'noc. Wszystko to prowokuje do tego stwierdzenia, które nocÄ… z podwójnÄ… ostroÅ›ciÄ… siÄ™ jawi: jedni siÄ™ nie spalajÄ… w tych samych pÅ'omieniach, które z innych tymczasem mogÄ… pozostawi? poÅ'owÄ™ ich postaci zaledwie (...)

Had art indeed depended on experience as much as the critical profession wants us to believe, we'd have far more – and far better – art on our hands than we do. A poet is always the product of his – that is, his nation's – language, to which living experiences are what logs are to fire

My Aunty Frisco used to say that a man who has a strong relationship with fire is capable of historical love, because the flames keep the passion flowing in the smaller parts of the soul.

When thy neighbours house is on fire, by its light thou mayest see thine own danger,

The heart in misery has turned upside down. The blowing gentle breeze is on fire. O friend moonlight burns like the sun.

Even the biggest blaze, though, has to start somewhere, with a tiny spark, or arsonists would be out of business.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven's mouth.

When the principles that run against your deepest convictions begin to win the day, then the battle is your calling, and peace has become sin. You must at the price of dearest peace lay your convictions bare before friend and enemy with all the fire of your faith.

When principles that run against your deepest convictions begin to win the day, then battle is your calling, and peace has become sin; you must, at the price of dearest peace, lay your convictions bare before friend and enemy, with all the fire of your faith.

If a house was on fire there could be but two parties. One in favor of putting out the fire. Another in favor of the house burning.

I stepped out to the lawn. I remember the air that night, and how it was so brisk that it could revive the dead. The fragrance of eucalyptus stoking a home fire, the smell of wet grass, of dung fuel, of tobacco, of swamp air, and the perfume of hundreds of roses--this was the scent of Missing. No, it was the scent of a continent.