Quotes About Fire

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

They stand as living proof of Marshal Ferdinand Foch's words "The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Evren suskundur gün boyunca lakin korkuyla bölünmüÅŸtür; leyli ateÅŸlerle ???k saçar ve Aegipan korusunun sesleri yank?lan?r her yan?nda: Deniz k?y?s? boyunca flütlerin ÅŸark?s? ve zillerin ç?nlamas? duyulur.

I dream in fire but work in clay.

Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire!

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.

Le poète est vraiment voleur de feu.

You must set yourself free From the striving of Man And the applause of the World You must fly as you can... - No hope forever No orietur. Science and patience, The torment is sure. The fire within you, Soft silken embers, Is our whole duty But no one remembers. It is recovered. What? Eternity. In the whirling light Of the sun in the sea.

The Poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.

While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds.

A Thousand Dreams gently burn inside me.

Donc le poète est vraiment voleur de feu. Il est chargé de l'humanité, des animaux même ; il devra faire sentir, palper, écouter ses inventions ; si ce qu'il rapporte de là-bas a forme, il donne forme ; si c'est informe, il donne de l'informe. Trouver une langue ;

the gnashing of teeth, the hissing of fire, the reeking sighs abate. All filthy memories fade out. My last regrets scamper off. . . . A spiritual battle is as brutal as a battle of men.

Engoli uma notável poção de veneno - Três vezes seja bendita esta riquíssima ideia! - As entranhas ardem-me. A violência da peçonha galvaniza-me os membros, desfigura-me, atira-me por terra. Morro de sede, sufoco, não posso gritar. É o inferno, a pena capital. Vede como as chamas cobrem tudo! Ardo bastante bem.

It is a wise thing to be polite; consequently, it is a stupid thing to be rude. To make enemies by unnecessary and willful incivility, is just as insane a proceeding as to set your house on fire. For politeness is like a counter--an avowedly false coin, with which it is foolish to be stingy.

Algún día todo esto será abrasado por el fuego de la Historia —comenta con perverso deleite—. Pero de momento, aquí estamos... Así que vivámosle.

Nadie debería irse sin dejar una Troya ardiendo a sus espaldas.

Tough girls come from New York. Sweet girls, they're from Georgia. But us Kentucky girls, we have fire and ice in our blood. We can ride horses, be a debutante, throw left hooks, and drink with the boys, all the while making sweet tea, darlin'. And if we have an opinion, you know you're gonna hear it.

Remember this. When people choose to withdraw far from a fire, the fire continues to give warmth, but they grow cold. When people choose to withdraw far from light, the light continues to be bright in itself but they are in darkness. This is also the case when people withdraw from God.

Cause i really always knew that my little crime would be cold thats why i got heater for your thighs and i know i know its not your time but bye bye and word to the wise when the fire dies you think its over but its just begun

What came in the wake of 1971 promised to be an endless trial by fire for the constituent units of a Pakistani federation that the military in league with the central bureaucracy insisted on governing as a quasi- unitary state.

As a fire blazes brightly when the covering of ash over it is scattered by the wind, the divine fire within the body shines in all its majesty when the ashes of desire are scattered by the practice of pranayama.

Slowly the fire died away; nobody spoke. They lay on their backs warming their toes and watching the trembling stars high above and the dark rustling crown of the black poplars etched against the velvet sky.

He had to have this woman, knew his life would be worthless without her. The raging heat of that knowledge raced through his veins, stronger than desire, hotter than the passion that caught fire between them.