Fire Quotes
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In no way can it be uttered, as can other things, which one can learn. Rather, from out of a full, co-existential dwelling with the thing itself - as when a spark, leaping from the fire, flares into light - so it happens, suddenly, in the soul, there to grow, alone with itself.
Martin Heidegger
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Indiana's governor is coming under fire for a new law that some people feel is anti-gay. The governor now says he is not anti-gay. Then immediately afterwards he said, 'April Fools.' It wasn't his best joke.
Conan O'Brien
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You should keep a photograph of Mick Lyons on the mantlepiece to keep children away from the fire
Colm O'Rourke
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Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.
Jose Marti
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I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire.
Marcel Proust
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Over the years, more than one reviewer has described my fantasy series, 'A Song of Ice and Fire', as historical fiction about history that never happened, flavoured with a dash of sorcery and spiced with dragons. I take that as a compliment.
George R. R. Martin
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Feminism catches fire when it draws upon its inherent spirituality. When it does not, it is just one more form of politics, and politics never fed our deepest hungers.
Carol Lee Flinders
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I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.
William Butler Yeats
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I am on fire within.
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin,
And save me lest I die?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Like fresh milk a bad deed does not turn at once. It follows a fool scorching him like a smouldering fire.
Gautama Buddha
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"I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night," returned the haunted man.
Charles Dickens
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Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.
Kathleen Raine