Fire Quotes


If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.

Factotum

Charles Bukowski

Factotum
Fire    Flame    Isolation    Laughter    Loss    Sacrifice

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Books    Fire    Star    Universe

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves

Fire    Love    Lust    Matches

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Mockingjay

Suzanne Collins

Mockingjay
Fire    Life    Loss

I have lightning and wind powers," Jason reminded him. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs. You're no more a freak than we are. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell 'Flame on!'"
Leo snorted. "If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!

Fire    Funny    Humor    Powers    The lost hero

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter.
You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

Fire    Love    Magic    Women

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

Uglies

Scott Westerfeld

Uglies
Awoke    Fire    Shay    Tally    Traveling    Uglies    Ugly    World

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night."
He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Brigan    Fire    Kindness    Sleep    Trauma

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

Burning    Fire    House    Trapped    Windows

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?

Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his.
The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Brigan    Courage    Feeling    Fire    Love    Strength

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

Fire    Smoke    Soul    Van gogh

There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.

Buddha    Fire    Folly    Greed    Hatred    Passion    Shark    Snare    Torrent

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.

Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise...

Emotions    Fire    Love    Politeness

It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire,
and is deprived of the light
of a heart ablaze.
The day on which you are
without passionate love
is the most wasted day of your life.

Fire    Life    Love    Passion

While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Archer    Fire    Poem    Sad

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.

Breeze    Caress    Emptiness    Empty    Exist    Fire    Horror    People    Rain    Right    Senses    Wisdom    Wrong

It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.

Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury

Fahrenheit 451

The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he's in the game.
And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll
Beat his wings 'til he burns them black...
No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don't care if The Flame is real,
'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation...
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . .

Addiction    Fire    Flame    Moths

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire
Catching    Finnick    Fire    Games    Hunger

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Fire    Ice    Love    Passion

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:
eat less of it, for it is full of fire.
Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,
but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

Fire    Rumi

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

Fire

Kristen Cashore

Fire
Cashore    Dying    Easy    Fire    Living    Monster    Nash

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire
Catching    Fire    Funny    Games    Hunger

I often find that people confuse inner peace with some sense of insensibility whenever something goes wrong. In such cases inner peace is a permit for destruction: The unyielding optimist will pretend that the forest is not burning either because he is too lazy or too afraid to go and put the fire out.

Action    Afraid    Burning    Confusion    Destruction    Fear    Fire    Forest    Inner peace    Insensibility    Laziness    Peace    Pretend    Self deception

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

Leviathan

Scott Westerfeld

Leviathan
Bum rag    Fire    Humor    Mistakes    Ship

Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.

The Way of Kings

Brandon Sanderson

The Way of Kings
Bonfires    Candle    Deadly    Destruction    Embryonic    Fire    Flames    Fragility    Illuminate    Kings    Life    Light    Potency    Potential    Power    Rampage    Seeds    Warmth

In my biology class, we'd talked about the definition of life: to be classified as a living creature, a thing needs to eat, breathe, reproduce, and grow. Dogs do, rocks don't, trees do, plastic doesn't. Fire, by that definition, is vibrantly alive. It eats everything from wood to flesh, excreting the waste as ash, and it breathes air just like a human, taking in oxygen and emitting carbon. Fire grows, and as it spreads, it creates new fires that spread out and make new fires of their own. Fire drinks gasoline and excretes cinders, it fights for territory, it loves and hates. Sometimes when I watch people trudging through their daily routines, I think that fire is more alive than we are–brighter, hotter, more sure of itself and where it wants to go. Fire doesn't settle; fire doesn't tolerate; fire doesn't 'get by.'
Fire
does
.
Fire
is
.

Fire    Pyro    Pyromania    Pyromaniac

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

Four Quartets

T.S. Eliot

Four Quartets

Through an arrow loop in the wall she saw a familiar horse and rider tearing across the camp toward the healing rooms. Brigan pulled up at Nash's feet and dropped from the saddle. The two brothers threw their arms around each other and embraced hard.
Shortly thereafter he stepped into the healing rooms and leaned in the doorway, looking across at her quietly. Brocker's son with the gentle gray eyes.
She abandoned all pretense of decorum and ran at him.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Brigan    Brocker    Fire    Love

I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.'
'Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?' says Peeta.
'With all that alcohol in him, it's probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,' I say.

The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games

The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself an act of defiance. A refusal to play the Hunger Games by the Capitol's rules. My private agenda dovetails completely with my public one. And if I really could save Peeta... in terms of a revolution, this would be ideal. Because I will be more valuable dead. They can turn me into some kind of martyr for the cause and paint my face on banners, and it will do more to rally people than anything I could do if I was living. But Peeta would be more valuable alive, and tragic, because he will be able to turn his pain into words that will transform people.

Catching Fire

Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire
Capitol    Catching    Fire    Games    Hunger    Inspirational    Katniss    Love    Peeta    Tragic    Valuable    Words

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire

Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.

Fire    God    Hope    Inspiration    Kingdom    Life    Love    Religion    Reverence    Thankful    Truth    Verse    Worship

Henry," said Charlotte, who appeared to have recovered from her shock, "if you set yourself on fire deliberately, I will institute divorce proceedings. Now sit down and eat your supper. And say hello to our guest.

Clockwork Angel

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Angel
Charlotte    Clockwork    Fire    Henry

Pushing magic toward the candle, I willed it to light. Nothing happened.
Irys made a strangled sound and the candle burned. Are you directing your magic to the candle?
Yes. Why?
You just ordered me to light the candle for you, Irys said in exasperation. And
I
did it.

Magic Study

Maria V. Snyder

Magic Study
Fire    Humour    Magic

You're the brightest thing I've ever seen, Kaylee. You're this beautiful ball of fire spitting sparks out at the world, burning fiercely, holding back the dark by sheer will. And I always knew that if I reached out -- if i tried to touch you -- I'd get burned. Because you're not mine. I'm not supposed to feel the fire. I'm not supposed to want it. But I do. I want you, Kaylee, like I've never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Fire    Life    Thought

I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever.

He held up a finger and went to the hallway, where he tripped over Blotchy, and then over the two monster cats madly pursuing Blotchy. Swearing, he leaned over the landing and called to the guard that unless the kingdom fell to war or his daughter was dying, he better not be interrupted until further notice.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Blotchy    Brigan    Fire

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Love's Labour's Lost

William Shakespeare

Love's Labour's Lost
Beauty    Eyes    Fire    Nourishment    Sustenance    Women

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

Fire    Grief    Hardship    Misfortune    Sorrow    Suffering

It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt in the hot sand and held his numbed hands out while all about in that circle attended companies of lesser auxiliaries routed forth into the inordinate day, small owls that crouched silently and stood from foot to foot and tarantulas and solpugas and vinegarroons and the vicious mygale spiders and beaded lizards with mouths black as a chowdog's, deadly to man, and the little desert basilisks that jet blood from their eyes and the small sandvipers like seemly gods, silent and the same, in Jeda, in Babylon. A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.

215    Desert    Fire    Stars

I didn’t want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.

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