Quotes About Fire

I thought about the news coverage of the fire. The suggestion that there had been a wild party that had spun out of control. The way that the tragedy had been blamed, again and again, on Kaylie Rooney, when the three upstanding young men had been partying straight out of rehab.

How's Tuscany." "The birthplace of the Italian Renaissance? Full of winding roads, hills and valleys, where a morning mist rolls out in the distance, and the forests are littered with leaves so golden red that the entire world feels like it's on fire in the very best way? That Tuscany?

Did you find what I found?" he asked me. "Two of the four charities have connections to victims of the fire. I'm still piecing together the rest, but I have a theory." "Does your theory involve Toby having been a patient at Camden House and potentially losing his memory after the fire?" I asked. Jameson leaned toward me. "We're brilliant.

I think everything must have a soul and a memory, even tigers and roses, even snow. And, of course, old Shep, who spends his days sleeping by the fire, eyes closed, paws moving, because he's still a young dog in his dreams. How can you dream if you don't have a soul?

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Every wave is a watersprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

The fire from heaven had fallen on this Sodom in the bowels of the earth where long ago pit girls committed untold abominations, and it had fallen so swiftly that they had not had time to come up, so that to this very day they were still burning down in this hell.

C'était comme un éclair de passion, rapide et aveuglant, dans un ciel mort.

Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee, Shall nature cease to bow?

He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars. Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire, And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire.

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.

Y la de Linton es tan distinta como un rayo de luna de un relampago o como el hielo del fuego

There were no signs of the ruffian he used to be. Only his eyes, I noticed, were still full of fire.

by a change of scene. The master told me to light a fire in the many-weeks' deserted parlour, and to set an easy-chair in the sunshine by the window; and then he brought her down, and she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived

And hark you, Heathcliff! clear you too quite from my reach and hearing.  I wouldn't murder you to-night; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that's as my fancy goes.

Teu sangue sempre calmo não conhece as ardências da febre. Tuas veias estão cheias de água gelada. Mas as minhas fervem e, diante de semelhante frieza, pulam.

She never had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole complexion in a blaze.

Long Years apart—can make no Long Years apart—can make no Breach a second cannot fill— The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell— The embers of a Thousand Years Uncovered by the Hand That fondled them when they were Fire Will stir and understand—

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

Peril as a possession 'T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There's Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature's creases As clean as Fire.

It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream;

After a while the first lights stand out in the sky. Trian asks, 'Are they holes, the stars?' 'Bodies of cold fire,' Artt corrects him, 'fixed in a sphere around the earth. God spins it westwards every day. That's what makes the air and the clouds move.' He cranes up, a little dizzy, imagining that giant hand flicking the globe.

The spoken word, if hurled forth with eloquence, enthusiasm, and fire, could never be erased from the human soul.

How about the adventures of Gloop and Angry Hamster in the Dimension of Fire?