Quotes About Fire

You take control, Emma," he whispered. The words tickled her ear, he spoke them so close. Shivers raced down her neck, down her chest and her belly. "Take control of me. Come to me." Her neck arched, wanting his mouth to bite her. "If you do Emma, I may give you what you want. Or I may offer more than you can handle. Risk. That's what you like, isn't it? So play with fire. Play with me.

In precious opals there might be a dash of red here, a seductive swirl of blue there, and in the center, perhaps, a flirtatious glance of green. But each stone flickers with a unique fire and a good opal is one with an opinion of its own.

Ever since the first caveman discovered fire and decided that the ones still living in darkness were benighted, it's been civilization against barbarism . . . with every age having its own barbarians. Nothing

Ever since the first caveman discovered fire and decided that the ones still living in darkness were benighted, it's been civilization against barbarism . . . with every age having its own barbarians.

The mouth of a man is a terrible opening and his tongue is a terrible fire dragon.

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

The story of barbecue is the story of America: Settlers arrive on great unspoiled continent, discover wondrous riches, set them on fire and eat them.

If we believe the Bible as God's revelation, then we must affirm that he does not merely leave the unbelievers in their sins, as if they would then self-destruct, or as if they could create a hell, set it on fire, and cast themselves in there. No, God himself pursues them and throws them into the lake of fire.

Ask a church if it insists that faith in Jesus Christ of Nazareth is the only way to salvation, the only way to escape endless pain and fire, and you will know whether it is a church of God or a synagogue of Satan. Thus in our weakness, God turns a weapon of the devil into a tool our hands, lest his chosen people be destroyed and wiped out.

Stage one is called the incipient or smoldering stage. Stage two is the growth stage. Stage three is the fully developed or steady burning stage. Stage four is the decay stage.

Well, what shall I say; our inward thoughts, do they ever show outwardly? There may be a great fire in our soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a little bit of smoke coming through the chimney, and pass on their way.

Love is the best and the noblest thing in the human heart, especially when it is tested by life as gold is tested by fire.

I was doing just fine on my own before the old man died and Lisa came storming back into my life. I was writing, building my audience, travelling, not thinking about fire, not thinking about Lisa as much as I used to. David Bourenhem was of zero concern to me. I was free. I'll say it again: I . . . was . . . free. But now the old paranoia has raised its ugly, scarred head again. The paranoia, the obsessions, the bad habits. The fire. They're all sneaking back into my life.

couldn't get to them in time. It was just too hot. Your mother . . . I warned her about smoking in bed. I told her what would happen." "Did Mom start the fire? Did she burn my brothers?" "She didn't mean to start it, Reece," he cries. "But now she's killed them all.

Fire, fire," I whisper, feeling the last of the fluid empty out of the bottle. "Burn, burn. Burn her. Burn him.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

Sure, that could be. Or maybe they're in another town and couldn't get back to Paraiso. I imagine they're not allowing traffic to come toward the fire,

He who sits by the fire, thankless for the fire, is just as if he had no fire. Nothing is possessed save in appreciation, of which thankfulness is the indispensable ingredient.

It is literally true, as the thankless say, that they have nothing to be thankful for. He who sits by the fire, thankless for the fire, is just as if he had no fire. Nothing is possessed save in appreciation, of which thankfulness is the indispensable ingredient. But a thankful heart hath a continual feast.

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread

If they had not been rapacious, lustful, narrow and persecuting beyond the people of their time, the incarnation had been impossible; but it was an intellectual impulse from the Condition of Fire that shaped their antithetical self into that of the classic world.