Quotes About Fire

My post bag is full of letters from all over the world and the curious thing is that so many of these letters tell me that my books are a cure for loneliness. Perhaps this is because I open the door and invite my readers to come in, to sit down by the fire and take part in the life of the characters.

The element of fire to me is very powerful because of what it symbolizes, how it symbolizes a strength. It symbolizes something that's unstoppable. You can't get through it, you know.

In a fire, you have to be thoughtful; you have to have a certain kind of intuitive smarts that the veterans have. I'm not there yet, despite the Stanford degree.

When soldiers have been baptized in the fire of a battle-field, they have all one rank in my eyes.

I've always enjoyed the big stunt scenes that I've had - from the barn fire when I first started in 'Emmerdale,' to years later when Victoria started a fire and Andy had to rescue people.

I remember being in Washington for high school when the city was on fire and those were troubling times, the Vietnam War, the protests.

Prometheus - trickster, rebel and hero - links the realm of the gods with the world of humanity, with which he had such close affinity. His act of stealing fire has been viewed as the foundation of all man's technologies.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kiss to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

His low, dark voice curled in her ear. "There's a saying we have about whisky: Slow fire makes sweet malt.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day.

Do you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You're playing with fire. I've played with fire tonight with Chris, pushed him to be that dragon, and the way he's looking at me now, the way he sees what I do not want him to see, is burning me alive. I know in that moment that I cannot keep asking Chris to show me who he is and not be willing to show him all that I am.

What is it with these prophets? Almost without exception ordinary men, some of them with more vices than virtues, suddenly they were touched with fire. Is it that a man sees best the stars when he is prone?

I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son, my little root who won't drink milk, little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, little clock spring newly wet in the fire, little grape, parent to the future wine, a son the fruit of his own son, little father I ransom with my life

Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.

In big fourteenth-century houses the kitchen was sometimes in a separate building, to lessen the risk of fire. Otherwise it might be next to the main dining hall, on the first floor. Its windows were unlikely to be glazed. The wooden shutters and louvres kept the worst of the winter weather out and let out some of the smoke, but hardly helped with the light level. When daylight faded, candlelight and firelight had to suffice.

Like ether, let us remain undivided and not become narrow and unyielding. Like the earth, let us help and share the burden of all. Like the water, let us flow untethered and quench the deepest thirst. Like fire, let us eliminate the unnecessary and unimportant. Like air, let us silently become a lifeline for all.

The theory of relativity doesn't amount to a hill of beans when there's a bonfire in your shorts.

Lust and love. They both put a fire in your damn shorts.

I got stuck on a problem." Crystal flops onto her back and talks to the ceiling. "Besides, you're the one who wrecked the place with the fire extinguisher." I snatch a towel from the bathroom and swab the carpet, tapping and then pounding the foam.

If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you'll be fired with enthusiasm.

Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold!

God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.