Quotes
Quotes about Fire
What is the odds so long as the fire of souls is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather?
A mind's frigidity: frozen steel, dark rage, morbidity. Cold fire.
Genius is the power of lighting one's own fire.
One of the strongest characteristics of genius is the power of lighting its own fire.
The horseleach hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, yea four things say not, It is enough: The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
A government is like fire, a handy servant, but a dangerous master.
The great man who thinks greatly of himself, is not diminishing that greatness in heaping fuel on his fire.
There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are
Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are. Anne Frank -John B. Sheerin.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Hatred is like fireâit makes even light rubbish deadly.
The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire - the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain. -Helena Petrova Blavatsky.
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. -Washington Irving.
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of the continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside. [Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.
Husbands are like fires. They go out when unattended.
When I could not sleep for cold I had fire enough in my brain, And builded with roofs of gold My beautiful castles in Spain!
'Twas he Gave heat unto the injury, which returned Like a petard ill lighted, unto the bosom Of himn gave fire to it.
