Quotes About Spark

I know what I can do as far as big plays and explosiveness, and I know what that does to other guys. It just sparks energy.

An idea springs out of his forehead fully formed, with no warning. This is how all the best ideas arrive.

Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, I...see...you. A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved. Few people dare say nowadays that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet that is the way love begins, and only that way. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than the great shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

Nothing is more real than those great seismic shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging that spark.

Is there not in every human soul, was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular, a first spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in the other, which good can develop, fan, ignite, and make to glow with splendor, and which evil can never wholly extinguish?

To teach reading, means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out sparkles.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest that comes afterward. Nothing is more real than this great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

On a tant abusé du regard dans les romans d'amour qu'on a fini par le déconsidérer. C'est à peine si l'on ose dire maintenant que deux êtres se sont aimés parce qu'ils se sont regardés. C'est pourtant comme cela qu'on s'aime et uniquement comme cela. Le reste n'est que le reste, et vient après. Rien n'est plus réel que ces grandes secousses que deux âmes se donnent en échangeant cette étincelle.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterward. Nothing is more real than those great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

Isn't there in every human soul...an initial spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in the next, that good can bring out, prime, ignite, set on fire and cause to blaze splendidly, and that evil can never extinguish?

Tu n'es encor que l'étincelle, Demain tu seras le soleil !

Still, there was no point in hurting Damon. She loved Damon, too. "I'll try," she promised. "We'll take you home," he said. "But not yet," she told him gently. "Let's wait just a little while." Something happened in the fathomless black eyes, and the burning spark went out. Then she saw that Damon knew, too. "I'm not afraid," she said. "Well—only a little.

One from the land of kings long forgotten; One from the hearth which still holds the spark; One from the Day World where two eyes are watching; One from the twilight to be one with the dark.

They were match and striker, each to the other. They touched and were set afire.

I think they both have to be lucky. It's like, luck friction. One's flint and one's steel, striking together to make fire.

Eran como acero y pedernal: se tocaban y se prendían fuego.

Firework test fizzled past like a misbegotten angel

Ever since our first fathers by infection took this morbum sathanicum, this devilish disease, pride, of the devil, such tinder is our nature, that every little spark sets us on fire; our nature hath grown so light, that every little thing puffeth us up, and sets us aloft in our altitudes presently.

Then why are you here?" Emma demanded. "Oh, is this one of those missed-connections things? We met the other night, you felt a spark? Sorry, but I don't date trees." "I am not a tree." Iarlath looked angry, his bark peeling slightly.

says N. T. Wright, bring "two sets of ideas close together, close enough for a spark to jump, but not too close, so that the spark, in jumping, illuminates for a moment the whole area around."[12]

The inextinguishable lesbian spark. You've surely heard about it? The one that was first ignited at Lesbos, because Sappho was so sad every time a young woman left the academy that she wrote her a poem. Fancy being sad because someone leaves! Perverted, that's what I call it. Don't you?