Quotes About Fire

Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

It is a heretic that makes the fire,Not she which burns in 't.

One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am boundUpon a wheel of fire, that mine own tearsDo scald like molten lead.

A little fire is quickly trodden out,Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.

Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,The extravagant and erring spirit hiesTo his confine.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt love

O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

The Dream Of Now" When you wake to the dream of now from night and its other dream, you carry day out of the dark like a flame. When spring comes north and flowers unfold from earth and its even sleep, you lift summer on with your breath lest it be lost ever so deep. Your life you live by the light you find and follow it on as well as you can, carrying through darkness wherever you go your one little fire that will start again.

How can you sleep through this? How can you even think of sleeping? And yet, sleep deprivation will drive you mad in the end: the flares in the sky, the symphony of explosions, the roar of mortars, the whir of drones...all this chaos will beat you, if you let it. ~Atef Abu The Drone Eats with Me: Diaries from a City Under Fire (2015)

Baptiste and Running Stream spread their robes on a soft, grassy spot thirty feet from the fire under a sky clustered with stars thick and big as columbine in June.

At dawn, they call in a napalm airplane, but it drop the shit damn near right on top of us. Our own fellers be all signed and burnt up - come running out into the open, eyes big as biscuits, everybody cussing and sweating and scared, woods set on fire, damn near put the rain out!

How can you bring more light to the ephemeras who are plunged into the fire, because they have already had the light of the fire then.

Eye contact: how souls catch fire.