Quotes About Fire

Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you. Until we two burn to ashes.

I'm a dragon.

I want a dragon.

I got to a point when I was 20 that I dropped out of university because I felt I didn't have any purpose, and I wanted to find a fire in me.

I have a little bit more of an edge to me.

Create the temperature of your passion!

Podía arder Barcelona entera, que Dalmau solo la veía a ella.

Lord, such fire from a match you never lit.

Spiegami, amore, quel che non so spiegare: in questo tempo breve, orribile, dovrò avere il pensiero solo per compagno? nessun affetto conoscere o creare? che uno pensi è necessario? la sua mancanza non si avverte? tu dici: un altro spirito conta su di noi... non mi spiegare. vedo la salamandra guizzare in ogni fuoco. non prova brivido e nulla le fa male

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

I know the first film I ever saw it must have been some time in 1924, when I was six or so... was Black Beauty. About a stallion. I still recall a sequence with fire. It was burning, I remember that vividly. And I remember too how it excited me, and how afterwards we bought the book of Black Beauty and how I learned the chapter on the fire by heart at that time I still hadn't learned to read.

Pur non avendo il crepuscolo ancora ceduto il passo alla notte, le scintille del falò luccicavano come fatui frammenti di stelle. Marie, la testa sulle ginocchia, pensava che anche la sua vita era come quei guizzi luminosi che si spegnevano in un batter d'occhio.

After all, the three of us were young. It wasn't just about the pleasure of the flesh. No, it wasn't that simple. The flesh is easy to satisfy. It's the heart that is insatiable, the heart that needs to love, to despair, to burn with any kind of fire…That was what we wanted. To burn, to be consumed, to devour our days just as fire devours the forest.

When you're twenty, love is like a fever, it makes you almost delirious. When it's over you can hardly remember how it happened...Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns itself out.

I will write. And then I'll make a fire. O, how these lines will soar up, The pages fall back to ash Under the savage slap Of a long-lapsed emptiness! With what an arrogant gesture I will be outstripped by the flame! And the foam of ashes will quiver But nothing will be born from them.

Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.

If I love order, it's not the mark of a character subjected to an inner discipline, a repression of the instincts. In me the idea of an absolutely regular world, symmetrical and methodical, is associated with that first impulse and burgeoning of nature. The rest of your images that associate passion with disorder, love with intemperate overflow - river fire whirlpool volcano - are for me memories of nothingness and listlessness and boredom.

Govorite mi da ?u izgoriti, da ?e iza mene ostati samo pepeo, ali ?u bar znati da sam bio vatra. A iza vas ?e ostati samo balavi trag.

Life without passion is a poor thing.

We should like to have some towering geniuses, to reveal us to ourselves in colour and fire, but of course they would have to fit into the pattern of our society and be able to take orders from sound administrative types.

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint.

When the storm clouds in the west Are quickly gathering The ponies they run wild there Before it rains You'll see their sleek dark bodies Brightly gleaming You know the fire is flying through Their brains...

We sat down in front of the earth's great philosopher-the Fire.

It is the love of country that has lighted and that keeps glowing the holy fire of patriotism.