Fire Quotes
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Gold is tried by fire, brave men by adversity.
Seneca the Younger
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Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
Ray Bradbury
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Sara Teasdale
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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Vladimir Nabokov
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Be aware that the fire that does not grow is extinguished.
Chiara Lubich
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We are deeply pleased that the government has agreed to the smooth implementation of the cease-fire agreement.
Anton Balasingham
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Get rid of those friends of yours who make fun of you and don't believe in you. And when you leave here tonight, go home, make a phone call and fire them. Anyone that doesn't believe in you and your future, to hell with them.
Ray Bradbury
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Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world.
Charles Dickens
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When work starts feeling too comfortable, fire yourself; go get another job.
Patrick Pichette
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I fire very little because I try to be very careful when I select people. If you know how to select, you don't fire often.
Harry Triguboff
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In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm itself. There was none of that sense of urgeful, pushing life that robs even a calm spring day of the sense of silence; life was over and the year was just waiting, harboring its strength for the final storms and turmoil of its death. The warmth and the color of maturity was there, exultant and burning, visible to the eyes, but the prophecy of decay was felt in a faint shiver of cold at morning and evening and a tiny sigh of the elms at midnight when a wandering ghost of a wind plucked a little of their gold away from them.
Elizabeth Goudge
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Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.
George Eliot
