Quotes About Fire

My mom started smoking when she was 11. She went to the hill next door to try her first cigarette. She set the entire hill on fire, but it didn't deter her.

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

I am ashes where once I was fire...

It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is like a great anthem, yet there is a stillness all about it, a stillness full of lights.

Two Metro fire-rescue vessels—bright yellow with

She had a bit of a dustup with another student, set fire to the kid's books in the school cafeteria.

Roast the chestnuts, heat the wine, Pass the cups along the line, Gather round, the log burns bright, It's warm as toast inside tonight

Tis not fair, you know. I have no life left, not even enough to get up, and you are footslogging around this chamber as if you have fire under your…" She paused. "My what?" He was grinning at her. "Your big feet." He laughed loud and heartily and tossed the towel aside. "You know what the old wives say about big feet.

I am surprised that Chicago—the Big-Shouldered City—is so trifling that they won't let you eat in a restaurant if it's on fire. Even if you already paid.

So we get a plan, I said. Any suggestions? Blow up the building, Kincaid said without looking up. That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again. For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.

Fire isn't always an element of destruction. Classical alchemical doctrine teaches that it also has dominion over another province: change.

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

Everyone," she said, "thinks that hate and love are somehow opposite forces. They are not. They are the same force, facing opposite directions." She glanced aside at me. "Love is a fire, my Knight. Love turned the wrong way has killed as many as hate. Reason, young wizard, is the opposite of hate, not love.

Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I said. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett.

Fire, she whispered. Wind. I see dark things and a dark war. I see my death coming for me, out of the spirit world. And I see you at the middle of it all. You're the beginning, the end of it. You're the one who can make the path go different ways. That's your vision? Iowa has less corn.

Fuego! shouted someone on the walls - and for a second I was hit with a little sting of insult. Someone was shouting fuego and it wasn't me.

The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault

One more tip, kids. If you had any real talent, the air would practically have been on fire when you got ready to throw down. But you losers don't have enough magic between you to turn cereal into breakfast.

The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault. My

And for a time, there was nothing else to be done. I wept. And the city burned.

It was like a fire in my thoughts, my concentration, burning ever more brightly, more pure, refining my anger, my hate, into something steel-hard, steel-sharp. I could feel it burning, and reached for it eagerly, shoving the pain inside to fuel my incandescent anger.

I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, she said, but if you start feeling the need...

I set things down and locked up my wards and the heavy steel door I'd had installed after a big, bad demon had huffed and puffed and blown down the original. It wasn't until I had them all firmly secured that I let out a slow breath and started to relax. The living room was lit only by the embers of the fire and a few tiny flames. From the kitchen alcove, I heard the soft thumping sound of Mouse's tail wagging against the icebox

I wept. And the city burned.