Quotes About Fire

Oftentimes, the hottest fires of hell are fueled from within.

You were drinking sangria and I was throwing oranges at you, but it didn't matter. I said my arms are very long and your head's on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

You were burned, you were about to burn, you're still on fire.

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

I believe the transformative moment that gave rise to the genus Homo, one of the great transitions in the history of life, stemmed from the control of fire and the advent of cooked meals.

Brillat-Savarin and Symons were right to say that we have tamed nature with fire. We should indeed pin our humanity on cooks.

Are we just an ordinary animal that happens to enjoy the tastes and securities of cooked food without in any way depending on them? Or are we a new kind of species tied to the use of fire by our biological needs, relying on cooked food to supply enough energy to our bodies?

The control of fire and the practice of cooking are human universals.

From now on a fire burned within us, as it did in the disciples on the road to Emmaus. "Snowflakes cannot fall on a hot stove," says an Indian proverb. The coldness of this world could no longer harm us, although we had to pass through bitter times.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.

Twice in one day?" I asked. "And how'd you even get up here?" He flashed his easy smile. "Someone put a lit match in one of the bathroom's garbage cans. Damn shame. The staff's kind of busy. Come on, I'm springing you." I shook my head. Setting fires was apparently a new sign of affection. Christian had done it and now Mason.

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire

Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn't think less of you.

His eyes widened. "Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn't think less of you.

Anger could flip to passion in a heartbeat.

Everyone grew silent. It was sunset now, with orange fire burning in the western sky, and shadows falling across all of us.

Not sure I would've been alive for their rescue if you hadn't set that bitch on fire. How did you do that?

The building was one of seventeen on various lists for demolition, some of which had been offered to the city—in lieu of tax breaks—for fire training.

Three nights ago at the end of the Fantasmics show, the dragon set Mickey on fire. Obviously, that's not supposed to happen. Mickey is supposed to win. He jumped into the water. He's all right. The crowd laughed. They didn't get it. But Mickey could have…He could have…could be in some serious trouble. And then what?

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

Hush, now. Assay the terrain: all around us dark and the perimeter in flames, but the stars— tiny, missionary stars— on high, serene, studding the inky brow of heaven.

If she is a witch, the black dot will keep changing colour, and you will see fire and you will see ice

The sedan went too and I stood alone in the woods and watched my ear burn.

Susan made a large plate of ham sandwiches while we finished up our maps and we had them with coffee in front of the fire. "You make a good fire for a broad," I said to Susan. "It's easy," Susan said, "I rubbed two dry sexists together.