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Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?"Nathan shook his head.Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave."And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her.
— Lora Leigh, Wild Card
his stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes--grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love--they seduced her every time... but not tonight.
— Jake Vander-Ark, Lighthouse Nights
Injured SoulFainted EyesReturningfrom where?Weary feetWeak armsTreadingtoward where?Struggledin vain battlesFightingdelusive enemiesErred bya deceptionThe ancient deception
— Rixa White
Lasik surgery has evolved. Remarkably, it has merged with cataract surgery to give birth to a new procedure called Prelex.
— Rajesh Khanna
... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.
— Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark
A black boy brought Wilson's gin and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do except to return to his hot and squalid room and read a novel - or a poem. Wilson liked poetry, but he absorbed it secretly, like a drug. The Golden Treasury accompanied him wherever he went, but it was taken at night in small doses - a finger of Longfellow, Macaulay, Mangan: 'Go on to tell how, with genius wasted, Betrayed in friendship, befooled in love...' His taste was romantic. For public exhibition he has his Wallace. He wanted passionately to be indistinguishable on the surface from other men: he wore his moustache like a club tie - it was his highest common factor, but his eyes betrayed him - brown dog's eyes, a setter's eyes, pointing mournfully towards Bond Street.
— Graham Greene, The Heart of the Matter
Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
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.
— Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore
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.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
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. . . 
— Aimee Mann
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. 
— Jalaluddin Rumi
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 'ge
— Dan Wells, I Am Not A Serial Killer
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.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
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.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
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.
— Rachel Vincent, If I Die
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.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
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.
— David Lynch
Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.
— Robert McCammon, Swan Song
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
I just wondered where you —” Ron broke off, shrugging. “Nothing. I’m going back to bed.”“Just thought you’d come nosing around, did you?” Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care — at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The dove descending breaks the airWith flame of incandescent terrorOf which the tongues declareThe one discharge from sin and error.The only hope, or else despairLies in the choice of pyre or pyre-To be redeemed from fire by fire.Who then devised the torment? Love.Love is the unfamiliar NameBehind the hands that woveThe intolerable shirt of flameWhich human power cannot remove.We only live, only suspireConsumed by either fire or fire.
— T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble -- to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. I produce nothing but words; I consumer nothing but food, a little propane, a little firewood. By being utterly useless in the calculations of the culture at large I become useful, at last, to myself.
— Philip Connors, The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2009
There could never be innocence in a world without justice.
— Tim Bowler, Frozen Fire
There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
Well. I always like it when you kiss me.Do you?You're good at it.Well, that's lucky, because I'll always be kissing you.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.
— Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
Not all sons were like their fathers. A son chose the man he would be.Not all daughters were like their fathers. A daughter monster chose the monster she would be.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo know that for destruction iceIs also great
— Robert Frost
A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.
— Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen
On the bright side, I'm sure this isn't the last time you'll ever get firebombed, so maybe you'll have better luck next time.
— Janet Evanovich, Finger Lickin' Fifteen
Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness-a moment in which I want to touch the flame. Just to see if I can still be burned.
— Meagan Spooner, Hunted
A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.
— L.J. Smith, The Awakening
Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed.But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.
— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice.I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d reallylike to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.
— Jennifer Estep, By a Thread
When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts. What I saw might have been just another winter scene, although an impressive one. But what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again. So what I saw because of what I knew was a kind of death with the marvellous promise of less than a three-day resurrection.
— Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.
— Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary
Fire is bright and fire is clean.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
like our parents alwaystold us not to likefirefighters warn againstwe're playinggames and makingthe rules upas we go we'rematchingwarmth to warmthstarting fires burningwishes into ourskin we're hiddenholdingforbidden lightswe're childrenwhose fathers havenever taught nevertouchbut we're findingthese new flameswe smotherat the sound of footsteps.
— Naomi Shihab Nye, Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.
— Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems
She held out her hand, like a man. He hesitated, then took the hand and shook it. It was very warm. You could not help but be aware of the wild passage of blood on the other side of its wall, veins, capillaries, sweat glands, tiny factories in the throes of complicated manufacture. [He] looked at the eyes and, knowing how eyes worked, was astonished, not for the first time, at the infinite complexity of Creation, wondering how this thing, this instrument for seeing, could transmit so clearly its entreaty while at the same time—-Look, I am only an eye—-denying that it was doing anything of the sort.
— Peter Carey, Oscar and Lucinda
The Pavilion did not burn by lightening," she said.He hesitated again. "It holds the memory of fire," he said at last. "Lightening is young and strong and thoughtless, but it could also wish to visit the site of some particular victory of one of its kind--as a young soldier recently commissioned might visit the scene of some great battle--
— Robin McKinley, Chalice
Civilization did not come with fire. It came with the discovery of how to use fire to heat water.
— Laura Anne Gilman
If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.”Fire, Kristin Cashore“If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.
— Kristin Cashore
A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust.
— George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
[W]hen all else fails, kill it with fire.
— Larry Correia, Monster Hunter Alpha
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.
— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
I drank in the scene around me. Some people were directing traffic, some were throwing buckets full of water on the flames (the whole bucket too, not just the contents), some were snapping photos and one guy, I recognized as a regular of the Black Opal, Scully, was clutching a stool and crying.It was like the bleacher seats at a Cubs game when the beer gets cut off...
— Barbra Annino, Opal Fire
A growing heat, like a million blazing suns all focused on me, lit my insides. It felt like I was being cooked in the Gabriella Roast Cooker, me spinning around-and-around to heat my flesh evenly. For some reason I was having trouble comprehending the sudden change in my revolving world as I swelled with a horrible, billowing fire.
— Laura Kreitzer, Abyss
The fire alarm went off. Fire engines came racing; we all rushed out on the gravel drive, everyone thinking it was us. In fact, one of the elderly residents of Saltram had left a pan on the oven in her flat. Apparently this happens all the time. The tenant in question is appearing as an extra -- playing one of the cooks.
— Emma Thompson, The Sense and Sensibility Screenplay and Diaries: Bringing Jane Austen's Novel to Film
everblaze: the unstoppable flame
— Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities
Don't burn the corpse!Zombies don't like fire!
— Anthony T Hincks
Who gave fire permission to burn?
— Marty Rubin
Pressure knocks at my doorA clock ticks and demands its dueThe lava burns from the floorBut not in a game like it used to.So little time to figure it all outSo many distractions to prevent successI’m in a dark forest with no path or routeBut this internal fire knows no rest.
— Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe
Damage report, sir?” Skotchdopole asked, climbing off his console into his seat.“To hell with that!” he roared, this was no accidental side-effect of arriving – it was clear they were under attack by hostile aliens. “Fire! Shoot the crap outta them!
— Christina Engela
She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
Fire does transform, but the fire within is always better than fire beneath!
— Harrish Sairaman
If you don’t answer this door, I will do something drastic.”I frowned.“I can use the fire element, which means I can melt the insides of this lock,” he explained. “And I’m not that great at controlling fire. I’ll probably end up catching the door on fire.”“Whoa,” I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed.“And then the fire will spread to the walls and the next thing you know, the whole dorm is burning down. Roof on fire kind of shit and Marcus will get really pissed—
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Power
Her heart did a backflip against her ribs. No, she told it. You do not fall for a necromancer whose orgasm sets the bed on fire.
— Jasmine Silvera, Death's Dancer
The fire outside is so powerful to bring warmth inside.
— Mahrukh
Cal stares ahead, as if his eyes alone can set the entire world on fire. I think he wants to. That would make this easier.
— Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage
I know!" he growls back, his voice guttural. I wonder if all of his fire kind have eyes like his. Eyes that burn and smolder.
— Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage
The fire of revival that destroys all principalities and powers also defeats and demolishes the oppressor – the devil
— Sunday Adelaja
You play with ice - you get cold.You play with fire - you get burnt.you play with me - you get lucky.
— Anthony T. Hincks
I LIKE FIRE... I LIKE THE WHOLE CONCEPT OF IT... I JUST COULDN'T STOP MYSELF FROM PLAYING WITH... - DOES it mean that I am a serial killer?(People say that the beginning of a serial killer is - arsonist)
— Deyth Banger
Where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire,” Solo says before adding quietly, “Usually an electrical fire near the hyperspace drive, which Chewie always warns me about…
— Chuck Wendig, Star Wars - Aftermath - Empire's End
The fire of revival supernaturally destroys all the destructive tendencies in the country
— Sunday Adelaja
They lit her wings with the flames, but she raised to the sky soaring over the clouds until the whole sky caught fire. She flew staring at the destruction with her cold eyes, while the clouds came down as the balls of fire and burnt everyone, who tried to take her wings away into ashes.
— Akshay Vasu
I will always continue to love the way how the fire inside you burnt everyone around it, But took me in its arms and kept me warm.
— Akshay Vasu
Winter makes us know the warmth of a fire.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
They want me to contain the raging fires within me. They need me to appreciate glowing embers, to understand that even weak flames need to be managed with a lot of careful planning.
— Jinat Rehana Begum, First Fires
Why, after all, did she do these things? Why seek pinnacles and stand drenched in fire? Might it consume her anyhow! Burn her to cinders! Better anything, better brandish one's torch and hurl it to earth than taper and dwindle away
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
A fire only spreads away from it's source, it never returns.
— Keith Buckley, Scale: A Novel
The fire in you burns as fiercely as it did when I first met you.
— Marie Lu, The Midnight Star
I love you because you have this fire in you that you don't even recognise, but I do. You're strong and you're a survivor.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fire In You
RYLAN!"I feel Ivy's palm on my chest and, with a powerful shove, she pushes me back, away from fire, danger, and death. In that moment after the tree plunges, I see Ivy for a single second as I fall. In those emerald eyes is a look of complete calm, undying gratitude, and powerful, protective love.The tree crashes down, the sound echoing in my head.For an eternal moment, I sit there on my butt, staring at the spot where Ivy was standing. I'm numb, only registering the slightest changes; the wind dying down, the rain lessening.What just happened?Desperately, I look side to side, praying that Ivy jumped to the side and what I saw was just an illusion made up by my panicked mind.But Ivy's nowhere. And there's an arm sticking out from under the trunk."IVY!"I sprint to the fallen tree. The smoldering wood stings my hand when I grab the trunk, but I grit my teeth and bear it. Pulling with all my might, I throw the remains of the tree aside.Ivy's lying there, her eyes closed and her lower half on fire."No..." I fall to my knees and yank off my sweatshirt to try and smother the flames, but they burn strong, and soon the fabric's on fire. I toss it away, not knowing where it lands as I'm unable to tear my eyes off the most gut-wrenching sight of my life. My hands go to my head and my shouting grows even louder. "No, no, no!"This can't be happening. She can't be—
— Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel
For the fire consumes all but the arsonist.
— Wole Soyinka, Climate of Fear: The Quest for Dignity in a Dehumanized World
It was kind of like what I imagined it would be like to drink a forest fire.
— Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I crouched as close as I dared and listened to its voice, a whispered howl of joy and rage.
— Dan Wells, I Am Not A Serial Killer
That fire you see can't last. Still, as it burns, it lights everything.
— David Kirby, Get Up, Please: Poems
As Sam came to a panting stop, a jet of orange flame burst from a high window.Several dozen kids were standing, watching. A crowd that struck Sam as very strange, until he realized why it was strange: there were no adults, just kids.“Is anyone in there?” Astrid called out. No one answered.“It could spread,” Sam said.“There’s no 911,” someone pointed out.“If it spreads, it could burn down half the town.”“You see a fireman anywhere?” A helpless shrug.The day care shared a wall with the hardware store, and both were only a narrow alley away from the burning building. Sam figured they had time to get the kids out of the day care if they acted fast, but the hardware store was something they could not afford to lose.There had to be forty kids just standing there gawking. No one seemed about to start doing anything.“Great,” Sam said. He grabbed two kids he sort of knew. “You guys, go to the day care. Tell them to get the littles out of there.”The kids stared at him without moving.“Now. Go. Do it!” he said, and they took off running.Sam pointed at two other kids. “You and you. Go into the hardware store, get the longest hose you can find. Get a spray nozzle, too. I think there’s a spigot in that alley. Start spraying water on the side of the hardware store and up on the roof.”These two also stared blankly. “Dudes: Not tomorrow. Now. Now. Go! Quinn? You better go with them. We want to wet down the hardware—that’s where the wind will take the fire next.”Quinn hesitated.People were not getting this. How could they not see that they had to do something, not just stand around?Sam pushed to the front of the crowd and in a loud voice said, “Hey, listen up, this isn’t the Disney Channel. We can’t just watch this happen. There are no adults. There’s no fire department. We are the fire department.”Edilio was there. He said, “Sam’s right. What do you need, Sam? I’m with you.”“Okay. Quinn? The hoses from the hardware store. Edilio? Let’s get the big hoses from the fire station, hook ’em up to the hydrant.”“They’ll be heavy. I’ll need some strong guys.”“You, you, you, you.” Sam grabbed each person’s shoulder, shaking each one, pushing them into motion. “Come on. You. You. Let’s go!
— Michael Grant, Gone
Live your life. It’s yours anyway.Don’t try too hard. It’s okay to lose.
— Bangtan Boys, Fire
I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.
— Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
The books in the library were old, rotted, and there was no one left in the world to read them, but Kira made sure that none of them went into the fire. It seemed wrong.
— Dan Wells, Fragments
Documentary evidence says where there is smoke there is fire, be it holy smoke or otherwise.
— Christina Engela, Blachart
My dreams are all of fire – mother says dreams usually go by opposites, so does that mean the world will end in ice?
— Paul Christensen, The Heretic Emperor
First the mania for confession,then the mania for clarity,issued from you, dark, hypocriticalsentiment! Let them nowcondemn my every passion, let themdrag me through the mud, call me twisted,foul pervert, dilettante, perjurer;you keep me apart, give me life’s assurance:I burn at the stake, play the card of fireand win: I win this small,vast possession, my infinite,miserable pitywhich makes even righteous anger my friend.And I can do this because I’ve endured you too long!
— Pier Paolo Pasolini, Selected Poems
Carve out and claim the time to care for yourself and kindle your own fire.
— Amy Ippoliti, The Art and Business of Teaching Yoga: The Yoga Professional's Guide to a Fulfilling Career
SOUNDS GROSS," he said. "SALAZAR PREFERS WOOD. TAPESTRIES ARE ALSO ACCEPTABLE.
— Mirriam Neal, Paper Crowns
They were the prisoners hidden in different cages, and yet they saw each other every day. He named her fire and she named him the wind, the day they both touched and embraced each other they burnt down everything that stood in their way.
— Akshay Vasu
Police Officer Angry Aggression Theory (POAAT) is why you need to video record the police before they shoot you. Always start the video camera at the first contact, as it can go sour at any time and without warning.
— Steven Magee
To experiment with love is to play with fire.
— Gabriella Jording
Fire consumes, in Prose it cripples. You'll mind the ashes that have no shoes
— Goitsemang Mvula
Sara talked to a placeless woman about the end of sadness. It's coming said the woman. Sara pointed out that she was on fire and the woman mostly said screams after that. Sara knew they would spend the rest of their lives together.
— Sara June Woods
Truth is much like fire. Hard to understand, ever-changing.
— Will Bly, Ravens in the Sky
Wild Fremen said it well: "Four things cannot be hidden -- love, smoke, a pillar of fire and a man striding across the open bled.
— Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah
Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.
— Andrew Peterson
Dragons are fire made flesh.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Cal's eyes flicker, out to the trees. But he's not looking at the leaves. His gaze is in the past, to something more painful. "She killed my true mother as well. And she'll kill all of us if we let her."The words come out hard and harsh, a rusty blade to saw flesh. They taste wonderful in my mouth. "Not if I kill her first."For all his talents, Cal is not a violent person. He can kill you in a thousand different ways, lead an army, burn down a village, but he will not enjoy it. So his next words take me by surprise."When the time comes," he says, staring at me, "we'll flip a coin."His bright flame has grown dark indeed.
— Victoria Aveyard
Go on, strike, said the witch, smiling. Fire is beautiful. Nothing bad will happen.
— E. Lockhart, We Were Liars
In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Life is warmth and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
She sat back, eyeing the flames now leaping upward to lick at the wooden beams of the ceiling. "If this fire gets out of hand, or if the guards take too long to come, you and I may be in a lot of trouble.""We are already in a lot of trouble.""That was my reasoning, too. Of course, if that happens and the fire gets too big before the mighty citizens of Ringhmon stop it, it'll also gut this little palace and destroy everything inside it. Including the enormously expensive Model Six that I just fixed, which they'll be responsible for paying fo, and probably the other Model Six that they openly own." She shrugged, trying to appear unworried. "That'll teach them to kidnap me. But that won't happen. We'll be fine.""You say that and yet you are frightened.""Yes, I'm frightened! I admit it! Happy? No, wait, Mages are never happy. Just try not to die, all right? I don't want that to be my fault."Alain thought through her words. "I will attempt not to die. Your plan appears to be sound, as well as potentially very destructive. I see that it is a mistake to offend you.
— Jack Campbell, The Dragons of Dorcastle
And with the smallest intake of breath he had painted me a picture. Ash that stung your tongue like poisoned snowflakes and breaths of air that burned your lungs without fire
— Quil Carter, The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1
What fire joins none man can put aside,
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
The fire that burns against the cold.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.
— Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
To rise from the ashes only to have them rain on you from above.
— Karina Halle, The Lie
Even through the smoke,you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.
— Danabelle Gutierrez, & Until The Dreams Come
Envy the fire, for it is either going or not. Fires do not feel happy, sad, angry. They burn, or they do not burn.
— Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs
Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world
— Sy Montgomery, Journey of the Pink Dolphins: An Amazon Quest
We are forever surrounded by ash. But we are fire. And fire rises.
— Karina Halle, The Lie
I’ll see you later,” I murmured.“Yeah.” Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights. “Love you.”“Love you more,” he murmured.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. “You’re crying? I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.“I’m not going anywhere.” He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly.
— Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad
Ice can kill as dead as fire.
— George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
I’m not leaving him, Sam! And I’m not waiting for the others to help.
— Shaye Evans
Fire is calling my name. It is whispering words of encouragement, sweet things. It wants out, for me to fan the heat until it’s a vortex that can’t and won’t be stopped.
— Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise
When I was a child I burnt the back of my right hand on a hot iron. I can't recall the pain, but there's an eye-shaped scar as testament to it. As a teenager I used to think it was the all seeing eye of the anti-Christ and that I was the devil incarnate. Or at least a minion. It was my right hand, innit?What I do remember though is my father, or Dad as we called him, abandoning the polite Abbu, telling me not to cry and to be patient because the fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fire of the iron.
— Ruth Ahmed
red is for fire red is for love too it lies in our hand what we wanna choose...
— shivangi lavaniya
Flames entered the room like dancers, orange-colored and whirring.
— Ross Macdonald
Always at the heart of my life there has been fire.
— Sherryl Jordan, Winter of Fire
From the darkness we become stars, we behold the misery and mystery from the worlds we possess and build up fire from the glow and coils of our black souls, the Sun.
— Goitsemang Mvula
If love is a flame, I am an inferno...
— Lillian Strange
Gehirn had to protect her love - and she only knew one way to do so. She lit the sky afire.
— Michael R. Fletcher, Beyond Redemption
My son will not allow any fires tonight," Gaea said from the depths of the warehouse. "He is the void that consumes all magic, the cold that consumes all fire, the silence that consumes all speech."Leo wanted to shout: "And I’m the dude that’s all out of here!
— Rick Riordan, The House of Hades
The fire is coming and even we are not safe in the grave.
— Adeosun Olamide
Prayer is the Fuel for Revival Fire!
— Joe Joe Dawson
If everything must be burned I will do the burning and so I will not be burnt but be the fire. Everything I ever loved burned and so I will be the burning. There is nothing but that must which be burnt. Women will burn and children burn and houses burn so I will be nothing that can burn. I will be the fire. The fire has no home. The fire goes where it wants. The fire arrives and departs and none can account the meaning of its travels. Everything I ever touched burned.
— Brian  Doyle, The Plover
If you don't know how to make fire you can ask someone or stay in the cold
— Grant  Walker
Still, perhaps that's all lives are, all the world is, a collision of vast conflagrations, each sparked from nothing.
— Mark  Lawrence, Prince of Fools
You know, rust is just oxidation. The same chemical process as fire. Oxygen interacts with steel, electrons drift from one element to the other. So really, rust is a slow fire. Isn't that weird? Water causes something to burn.
— Leah Raeder, Cam Girl
No mountain of doom, Just foothills of Ferninand.Towers of fire and glory as far as one can see.
— Megan Frazer Blakemore, The Friendship Riddle
...wary as any burnt child with an unfamiliar fire to contend with.
— Suzette Haden Elgin
As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Out of all the things you would expect when facing a dragon, silence was not on the list. Roaring? Certainly! Snarling? Why, yes - of course! Fire-breathing? Couldn’t possibly do without it. Wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t there.But silence?No. Definitely not.It was as out of place as a potter at a blacksmith’s.
— Ness Kingsley, The Curse of Cackling Meadows
I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while," she said, "but if you start feeling the need...
— Jim Butcher, Skin Game
Know this. That the things that go into the fire are forever changed. That all you have ever done can be measured not by distance but by circumference. That these twin spirals of smoke; they are your life, rising in curls.
— Christian Kiefer, The Infinite Tides
Fire In The HeavensFire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,and fire made solid in the flinty stone,thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire that fillsthe breathless hour that lives in fire alone.This valley, long ago the patient bedof floods that carv'd its antient amplitude,in stillness of the Egyptian crypt outspread,endures to drown in noon-day's tyrant mood.Behind the veil of burning silence bound,vast life's innumerous busy littlenessis hush'd in vague-conjectured blur of soundthat dulls the brain with slumbrous weight, unlesssome dazzling puncture let the stridence throngin the cicada's torture-point of song.
— Christopher John Brennan, XXI Poems, 1893, 1897: Towards the Source
She swung around, her hair flying about her like wildfire. Fire. The fireplace.She reached in with all the power Todd had taught her ti exercise and grasped as much as she could. She imagined gasoline spilling onto the logs, leaving trails of burning kerosene around the room. In her mind bright orange and red exploded in dazzling sparks. The oxygen seemed to thicken and swell around her.Then the entire room was alight with flame.
— Deidre Huesmann, First Spell: Book 1 of the Bayou Witches
The very last thing I needed was fire burning through my palms.
— L S May, Confessions of Innocence
She swung around, her hair flying about her like wildfire. Fire. The fireplace.She reached in with all the power Todd had taught her to exercise and grasped as much as she could. She imagined gasoline spilling onto the logs, leaving trails of burning kerosene around the room. In her mind bright orange and red exploded in dazzling sparks. The oxygen seemed to thicken and swell around her.Then the entire room was alight with flame.
— Deidre Huesmann, First Spell: Book 1 of the Bayou Witches
My GOD is a consuming fire and He answers by FIRE! His fire surrounds me and burns inside of me. My faith has been tested in the fire. My faith in Him is unwavering, therefore I shall not be moved. I cannot fail because He will NEVER fail me.
— Theresa Pecku-Laryea
Her fingers flew, her fiddle was an entire orchestra, and every note beautifully brought into being struck a chord of satisfaction within her. She wondered at the unfamiliar lightness in her chest and realised she was laughing. So great was her focus, it took her a while to register the strange expression that crept to Brocker's face as he listened, finger tapping the armrest of his chair. His eyes were fixed behind Fire and to the right, in the direction of Archer's back doorway. Fire comprehended that someone must be standing in Archer's entrance, someone Brocker watched with startled eyes. And then everything happened at once. Fire recognised the mind in the doorway; she spun around, fiddle and bow screeching apart; she stared at Prince Brigan leaning against the door frame.
— Kristin Cashore
Fire will save the Clan," she murmured, and Fireheart remembered the mysterious prophecy that he had heard from his earliest days in ThunderClan. "You never understood, did you?" Bluestar went on. "Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan.
— Erin Hunter, A Dangerous Path
You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flawThat I dwell on each moment, cling to youLike smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw
— Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes
And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.
— Sreesha Divakaran
You are the source of the sun.And I am the willow's shadow. Oh, you have struck me on the head,Wretch that I am, on fire am I.
— Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
Art is fire plus algebra.
— Jorge Luis Borges
I love you so much I could burst into flames.
— Philip Ridley
The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon crache du feu, - Ce qui éteint ses larmes. - Quand on vit de rancune, - On naît pour être vieux.)
— Charles de Leusse
Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on itself. Building. We pet it, nurse it into existence. It is ours. All ours. A coveted perfection. And when it refuses to be ignored, it rages. It roars to life. A building inferno. Consuming. We are but pawns to its deceptive power. Though we attempt to guide it, caress it tenderly into a loving beauty, it can not be controlled. It’s a haunted, vengeful lover. Like a wildfire devouring life within it’s path, we can only follow it’s carnal trail.
— Trisha Wolfe, With Visions of Red
She said a silent prayer of gratitude and went to the stove, making as little noise as possible, stirring the embers with a poker and then shoving in several sticks of the precious seasoned wood.When the stove was putting out noticeable heat again, she made her way to the hearth and repeated the process, feeling a certain primitive joy as the flames leaped up around the fresh logs, crackling cheerfully and spilling warmth over her bare feet.
— Linda Lael Miller, Springwater
Bast looked at him incredulously."The whole world is burning down,"he said."Open your eyes.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
The Holy Spirit is given to us in order for us to be like fire, when we speak in tongues.
— Sunday Adelaja
Fire will run like poetry through your blood.
— Rachel Neumeier, Land of the Burning Sands
I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo's fire during certain times of the year
— Steven Magee
I blind myself to see the bright fireplace radiating skin piercing warmth. The yellow illuminating a lonely light that unites with the red to create an ambiance so comforting. They burn and hush, they rise and fall, they breath and devour together in synch; creating a bond, a bond thicker than blood, forged by love and held together by an insurmountable friendship. You cannot separate them, you'll burn. She is red, he is yellow and they are fire
— Evy Michaels
When I was commissioning a brand new solar photovoltaic utility site, I came across metal tubes installed into the fuseholders that were marked up as 100 amp fuses on the diagram. Needless to say, it had already gone on fire.
— Steven Magee
I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.
— Pablo Neruda
Fiction with its big question of 'what if?' is one of the most powerful forces in the world. Once upon a time, the ability to light a fire was fictitious.
— Travis Langley
Her eyes fluttered open. She was lying in Sylvain's lap, his arms tight around her. She reached up and touched his face wonderingly."Why are you crying?" she whispered.He didn't answer. Instead he rocked her like a baby, his face in her hair. Listening to her breathe.
— C. J Daugherty
Imagine what it's like to be (untouchable)Better not take a chance on me (untouchable)I'm the bad boy your mama told you aboutI'm dangerous, without a doubtEven coming off a ten-year droughtUntouchableI'm the rose with hidden thorns (untouchable)Don't tell me that you haven't been warned (untouchable)I'm pretty poison under the skin, The bite of the apple that's a mortal sinIn a game of love you'll never winUntouchableMy reputation's fairly earned (untouchable)If you play with fire, you will get burned (untouchable)Stay out of the kitchen if you can't take the heat, My kisses are deadly as they are sweet, I'm a runaway bus on a dead-end streetUntouchableFools rush in, that's what they say(untouchable)But angels fall, too, most every day (untouchable)I'm the snake in the garden, the siren on the reefI have the face of a saint and the heart of a thiefI'll promise you love! And bring you nothing but griefUntouchable Hearing Jonah sing like this was like watching him slice himself open and show off his insides. Why would he do that? Why would be write such a song?  And then Emma answered her own question. Because good music always tells the truth, no matter how much it hurts.  Emma couldn't be the only one who felt the bite of the blade, but everyone else seemed to take it in stride. Did they know? Did they all know about Jonah?  Of course they did. They were there when it happened. They'd allow Jonah to keep the secrets that were most important to him. She knew she shouldn't resent that, but she still did. They must have known she was falling for him. They must have.
— Cinda Williams Chima, The Sorcerer Heir
Writing a first-draft battle scene is akin to real combat—chaos, confusion, and you must keep your cool as you fire word bullets downrange.
— Don Roff
Some people would say it's a bad idea to bring a fire-spider into a public library. Those people would probably be right, but it was better than leaving him alone in the house for nine hours straight. The one time I tried, Smudge had expressed his displeasure by burning through the screen that covered his tank, burrowing into my laundry basket, and setting two weeks' worth of clothes ablaze.
— Jim C. Hines, Libriomancer
The Hermit is an important tarot card with much to tell us, but he tends not to be so welcome around the bonfire.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
Wisdom comes in the silence of one's chaos
— Dora Okeyo, Fire
With widened eyes she stumbled backwards, not able to take her gaze from the flames engulfing the wooden shed right in front of them, wrapping it into their embrace before taking it over. Black parts of smutted wood started to glow, welcoming the tongues of fire that devoured the shed inch by inch.
— Jessica Werner, Sra'kalor
I think you should ignore Sara Teasdale (she’s a bit of a moper, to be honest.). 	Take Christina Rossetti’s advice and be fire.
— Mary Jane Hathaway, The Pepper in the Gumbo
You are the earth, my dear grandson, and just like it takes everything without complaining, so have you shown us today that you will take everything in kind, and there's no greater title than this.
— Dora Okeyo, Fire
Every King, like the river, is evident by his currents
— Dora Okeyo, Fire
Look at the fire. See the colors there? Blending together. Beautifully dangerous. Red blending into orange, orange blending into yellow. Beautiful and dangerous. Feel the heat, feel the attraction to it. Let the beauty overcome you. Let the fire in, but never let it take over. Love the fire. Love its heat. Let yourself revel in how the fire's warmth feels on your skin. Feel the fire, love the fire, but don't ever become the fire. Never let anyone extinguish your inner fire. Feed your fire and let it burn bright, let its heat warm your soul.
— A.T.
When it's winter, there will be no place more delightful than the fireplace. It becomes my favorite place in the house during negative degrees. I love sitting near to it, staring at the flames amazed by their dance performance and enjoying its warmth. It makes me feel close to the sun. It makes me feel like dancing to its blazing beats and rhythm! I'm looking forward to summer. I'm looking forward to play and work in the garden again.
— Janice Jay Relos Eriksen
1045Her eyes fluttered open. She was lying in Sylvain's lap, his arms tight around her. She reached up and touched his face wonderingly."Why are you crying?" she whispered.He didn't answer. Instead he rocked her like a baby, his face in her hair. Listening to her breathe.
— C. J Daugherty
You tasted like fireAnd I miss that.So, at timesI drank a little.And at times,I drank too much.But I only drankTill it burned me enough.
— Saiber, Stardust and Sheets
Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.
— Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain
When you’re looking for a needle in a haystack, don’t afraid to burn the haystack to save yourself from spending half your life picking through strands of straw.
— A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar
Be kind! Go and burn the world with the fire of your love.
— Debasish Mridha
It’s better, really, to go out in a blaze. That’s why we love Marilyn, and James Dean. We love the ones who walk right into the fire.
— Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen
There's nothing wrong with the fire.. if you don't get too close. - Patch
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush
Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?
— Zia Haider Rahman
After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.
— Anthony Liccione