Fire Quotes

To rise from the ashes only to have them rain on you from above.

~ Karina Halle

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

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

Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world

~ Sy Montgomery

We are forever surrounded by ash. But we are fire. And fire rises.

~ Karina Halle

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

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

Ice can kill as dead as fire.

~ George R.r. Martin

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

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

Always at the heart of my life there has been fire.

~ Sherryl Jordan

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

The fire is coming and even we are not safe in the grave.

~ Adeosun Olamide

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

Still, perhaps that's all lives are, all the world is, a collision of vast conflagrations, each sparked from nothing.

~ Mark Lawrence

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

No mountain of doom, Just foothills of Ferninand.Towers of fire and glory as far as one can see.

~ Megan Frazer Blakemore

As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

~ Emily Brontë

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

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

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

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

The very last thing I needed was fire burning through my palms.

~ L S May

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

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

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

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

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

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

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