Quotes About Fire

Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to dazzle, iron to bind.

There was a difference between being proud of a grand fireplace in your hall and walking into the flames.

On a day of fire and blood, a tattered banner waved above Dumai's wells, bearing the ancient symbol of Aes Sedai. On a day of fire and blood and the one power, as prophecy had suggested, the unstained tower, broken, bent knee to the forgotten sign. The first nine Aes Sedai swore fealty to the Dragon Reborn, and the world was changed forever.

Espero que cheguem a esta fogueira a qualquer momento. Mas a esperança é como um pedaço de corda quando você está se afogando: simplesmente não é o suficiente para tirar você da água sozinho .

It was pure Fire, and the blazes were ferocious, fiercer than she would have expected from Fire alone.

I hope so," Rand said slowly. As the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men, and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes. The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.

I have waited for the first rose of spring, and now I find it at my grandfather's fire.

The past was a field of embers and ash, an old Saldaean proverb said, the remnants of the fire that was the present.

Courage to strengthen," Noal whispered, stepping forward, holding up a lantern with a flickering flame. "Fire to blind. Music to dazzle. Iron to bind." "And Matrim Cauthon," Mat added. "To bloody even the odds." He stepped through the doorway.

Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to dazzle, iron to bind.' Mat, why do we say that? There is no fire, no music and no iron.

For only fools, fanatics, and mental cases can stand living at the highest pitch of soul; a sane person must be content with declaring that life would not be worth living without a spark of that mysterious fire.

I could see through it, but that didn't make the more difficult thing any less difficult. What did help, in this particular moment, was the sharp nip of pain on my fingertips. The match was still burning.

In the last analysis, be always of whatever truth you would live. For fire flames but in the heart of a colder fire. All voice is but echo caught from a soundless voice. Height is not deprivation of valley, nor defect of desire, But defines, for the fortunate, that joy in which all joys should rejoice.

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

Some sounds are so exquisite - far more exquisite than anything seen. Daff's purr there on my rug, for instance - and the snap and crackle of the fire - and the squeaks and scrambles of mice that are having a jamboree behind the wainscot.

Another story was that a certain dissipated youth of the community, going home one Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, from some unhallowed orgy, was pursued by a lamb of fire, with its head cut off and hanging by a strip of skin or flame.

Susan Baker,' she says to me, 'I hope you never light a fire with coal-oil. Or leave oily rags lying around, Susan. They have been known to cause spontaneous combustion in less than an hour. How would you like to stand and watch this house burn down, Susan, knowing it was your fault?' Well, Miss Dew dear, I had my laugh on her over that. It was that very night she set her curtains on fire and the yells of her are ringing in my ears yet.

I wish I was back in Toronto, I said sulkily. The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish. I wish you were, I'm sure, said Felicity, riddling the fire noisily. Any one who lives with you, Felicity King, will always be wishing he was somewhere else, said Dan. I wasn't talking to you, Dan King, retorted Felicity, 'Speak when you're spoken to, come when you're called.

I believe you! Miss Ellen nodded. Mark my words, Mr. Meredith, that man is going to fight somebody yet. He's ACHING to. He is going to set the world on fire. If

There was a faint chill in the air of the early September evening, so Anne had lighted her ever ready fire of driftwood in the big living room, and she and Miss Cornelia basked in its fairy flicker. It is so delightful—especially in regard to Mr. Meredith and Rosemary, said Anne. I'm as happy in the thought of it, as I was when I was getting married myself. I felt exactly like a bride again last evening when I was up on the hill seeing Rosemary's trousseau.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

sometimes the only way to call attention to bad construction was to set fire to the building.

They got out and ran toward half of a bridge. Below the bridge's twisted end was fire. Fire crawled away from the greater blaze, stopped, convulsed, then fell still. The car burned, casting its bonfire light on the canyon and the stream at its bottom.

Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human effort. But memory, stronger still, can send flames as high as the roof, and shift the wind and choke George and sting his eyes with smoke...