Quotes About Fire

Opens I mouth, for make noise in I's hurt, and say of fire is come through I, and rise, and rise, with grits of bright, in neath of old black sky.

Shiva-linga then is thus at once, the self-stirred phallus of the Tapasvin, the reverse flow of his semen, the burning of Tapa, the endless pillar of fire and the form of the formless divine. This is the Stanu, the still pillar of consciousness, the fountainhead of imagination, around which nature dances.

To light a fire wood must burn. To feed the cow, the grass must be cut. Until the rakshasas learn to trust us, we will be seen as threats and rivals. Until then there will be violence. They will be hurt. We will also be hurt. What matters is our intention. Eventually relationships will be introduced and affection will prevail.

The ordinal directions are represented by the moon (the north-east), the sun (the south-west), fire (the north-west) and wind (the south-east).

More you feel passion, more you lose control

Our bones only ache while the flesh is on them. Stretch it thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

I was the first woman to burn my bra - it took the fire department four days to put it out.

The anger that Uncle Junior has comes from my background. My father was the son of an Italian immigrant, and I've seen the fire of the Italian temperament. It can be explosive sometimes in ways that are both funny and tragic.

There is no water to put out the fire. Mi canto la esperanza. —Carlos Santana "Maria Maria

Whether a character in your novel is full of choler, bile, phlegm, blood or plain old buffalo chips, the fire of life is in there, too, as long as that character lives.

Im either running from life or im just waiting to die im the supplier or fire if you chasing a high.

We must have a passion in life.

Name Yellow Wolf comes from life experiences. Yellow is the color of the sun - its power, fire, and hunger. Wolf represents my fierceness and ability to survive.

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

True life is creativity, not development: it is the freedom for creative acts, for creative fire, rather than necessity and the heaviness of congealing self-perfection.

Good deeds in this life are coals raked up in embers, to make a fire next day

It is with our Passions, as it is with Fire and Water, they are 'Good Servants,' but 'Bad Masters.'

Bramble, the fat retired sheepdog who was snoozing by the fire, got up in case she was doing anything interesting, then went back to his busy day job of sleeping, farting, and looking for pastry.

The sun is shining, there's provisions, it's nesting season, the chooks are laying and we have peat for the fire; I genuinely don't see what you're worried about.

I felt a sudden chill and pulled the blanket over my head. That's the way they bring horses out of a fire, I remembered. If they can't see, they won't panic. I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

Sri Ramakrishna said, Do not seek illumination unless you seek it as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond.

Mario Murillo, International Speaker and Author of Critical Mass and Vessels of Fire and Glory. To follow and subscribe to Mario's ministry, please visit MarioMurillo.org.

The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some other loathsome creature over the fire . . . you hang by a slender thread . . . yet it is nothing but his hand that holds you from falling into the fire every moment.

We deceive ourselves into thinking life is long, but fire reminds us-it is flickering. Life is a flickering-and then it is gone. So, we must make the most of it. Fire is red. It is yellow. It is blue. It is black as ash, brown as seared lines on timbers. Fire is the pink of flesh, and the gray of smoke that trails. Fire is the all-color that dwells before color, that which comes when one feels a fire will be set...