Quotes About Fire

Love is ever the beginning of Knowledge as fire is of light.

God, I pray light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn up for thee.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It's when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life's not worth having.

Throw a theory into the fire; it only spoils life.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Suffer the slash of vision by the fin-green stubble, Be by the ships' sea broken at the manstring anchored The stoved bones' voyage downward In the shipwreck of muscle; Give over, lovers, locking, and the seawax struggle, Love like a mist or fire through the bed of eels.

And the high-heaped fire spat, all ready for the chestnuts and the mulling pokers.

Go on, strike, said the witch, smiling. Fire is beautiful. Nothing bad will happen.

I am an arsonist

It means, your worships' excellencies, that - you - can't come to it! This chicken won't fight. It means that the fat's in the fire, and the cat's out of the bag! It means confusion! Distraction! Perdition! And a tearing off of our wigs! It means the game's up, the play's over, villainy is about to be hanged and virtue about to be married, and the curtain is going to drop and the principal performer - that's I - is going to be called out amid the applause of the audience!

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.

Yes?" asked Margaret, for there was a long pause—a pause that was somehow akin to the flicker of the fire, the quiver of the reading-lamp upon their hands, the white blur from the window; a pause of shifting and eternal shadows.

Now the two of us here in the dark have let the fire die slowly down, and it's your body I want to see with the curtains open and the half-moon pressed against the window—your long pale body smoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside mine while we warm ourselves again in the heavy world of matter, catching fire at the fire we make of our lives. —Eamon Grennan, from "On Fire," Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

Revelation 11:5 goes on to say that the two witnesses will have power to call down fire from heaven.

Your eyes flashed fire into my soul. I immediately read the words of Dostoyevsky and Karl Marx, and in the words of Albert Schweitzer, I FANCY YOU!

William and Emily There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you have known passion, And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life, Together, feel the sinking of the fire, And thus fade away together, Gradually, faintly, delicately, As it were in each other's arms, Passing from the familiar room - That is a power of unison between souls Like love itself!

There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you have known passion, And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life Together, feel the sinking of the fire, And thus fade away together, Gradually, faintly, delicately, As it were in each other's arms, Passing from the familiar room- That is a power of unison between souls Like love itself!

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

For my omniscience paid I toll In infinite remorse of soul. All sin was of my sinning, all Atoning mine, and mine the gall Of all regret. Mine was the weight Of every brooded wrong, the hate That stood behind each envious thrust, Mine every greed, mine every lust. And all the while for every grief, Each suffering, I craved relief With individual desire, – Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire About a thousand people crawl; Perished with each, — then mourned for all!

But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!