Quotes About Fire

Is not Fire a Body heated so hot as to emit Light copiously? For what else is a red hot Iron than Fire? And what else is a burning Coal than red hot Wood?

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

Those who deny the science or choose excuses over action are playing with fire.

Oh God, there were so many stars you could have used. What was the need to give these people to the fire, that the symbol of their passing might shine above Bethlehem?

The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.

Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.

One candle is like a smile. One little light can start a whole fire. Smile at someone today.

What has life given me? The beginning is fire, the end is a heap of ashes, and between the end and the beginning lies all the pain in the world.

We must rekindle the fire of idealism in our society, for nothing suffocates the promise of America more than unbounded cynicism and indifference.

The words of the Bible are sources of spirit. They carry fire to the soul and evoke our lost dignity out of our hidden origins. Illumined, we suddenly remember, we suddenly recover the strength of endless longing to sense eternity in time.

Ye shall kindle no fire—not even the fire of righteous indignation.

Two missionaries found one post where prisoners were killed by having resin poured over their heads, then set on fire. The list is much longer.

I meow now? hissed J.Lo when she was gone. What comes next? Do I juggle fire? Look, I'm sorry, but it's good this happened. Mrs. Hoegaarden will probably tell people you meow, and we'll spread the word, too, and soon if anybody hears Pig they'll just think it's you. Yes! droned J.Lo, throwing his hand up. A foolproof plan! Thank Mother Ocean that you do not use your genius for evil.

Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.

Hear the sum of the whole matter in the compass of one brief word — every art possessed by man comes from Prometheus.

Now, by the altar, Over the victim Ripe for our ritual, Sing this enchantment: A song without music, A sword in the senses, A storm in the heart And a fire in the brain; A clamour of Furies To paralyse reason, A tune full of terror, A drought in the soul!

FURIES: Over the beast doomed to the fire this is the chant, scatter of wits, frenzy and fear, hurting the heart, song of the Furies binding brain and blighting blood in its stringless melody.

It is with our passions, as it is with fire and water, they are good servants but bad masters.

He's freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven. He's left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight.

The fire of purpose easily melts the icicles of obstacles.

Above, great constellations wheeled to which our bonfire sparks ascended in their tiny mimicry

I can't move. My mind's like a dance hall fire, a crowd of terrified voices all screaming instructions at once.