Quotes
Quotes about Fire
If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink. For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the Lord shall reward thee.
Words pregnant with celestial fire.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
A crooked log makes a strait fire [A crooked log makes a straight fire.]
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes. [Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]
Your own property is concerned when your neighbor's house is on fire. [Lat., Tua res agitur, paries cum proximus ardet.]
The burnt child dreads the fire.
There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
All the fatt's in the fire.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Out of the frying pan into the fire.
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire.
A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies Each bound it chafes.
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oak; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hook was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; This hook was bated with a dragon's tail,-- And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.
