The Fire Quotes

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

He was a match

In a way it was worth it, she thought, except that it was such a total waste.

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

The fires of refinement come with a cost, but also with a promise. His grace has been extended forth to you for restoration, confirmation, strengthening, and being established in Him.

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people

You’re wondering whether this is a good idea. Because you’re smart and you see right through me, but you can’t help but want this anyway.

People never think of a child as being a monster, because if they did, they would never be able to sleep at night. Children are where lies peoples hopes, dreams, innocence... Not where lies murder.

You assumed whatever was vivid to yourself was vivid to others, and vice versa, but she was going to make him spell it out, for the first time in either of their lives.

When he lifted his head, the sun seemed impossibly close. Science-fictionally close.

A voice, a tone, a feelingDeep inside, growing bigger and brighter.Shining against the dark area in my soul.Telling everyone that I haven’t leftI am here!

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

But—I’m leaving.”Not without me.

When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.

Whatever he's feeling at a given moment is what he's always been and always will be feeling.

And why love things you were destined to lose? Why let yourself feel things if the feelings were doomed to die?

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.

You hide it well, but I can see it, Lord Verniers. You hate us. We have beaten you to obedience but it's still there, like dry tinder waiting for a spark.

- because just by hating it’s possible to be purified from love, just with the sword, with the fire..

Don't expect everyone to admire this world is made up of hate and fire.

If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.

Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke.

a thing may happen and be a total lie

I can tell by the look on Hagin's face that he had eaten some of my food. It is amazing those boys aren't fat.

And they came up on the broad plain of the earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city, and fire came down from heaven and devoured them.-Revelations 20:9

Truly unconditional love was suffocating, in that it took so little notice of who you actually were.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

The all-encompassing cure for cancer, heartbreak, irrationality, drug addiction, and every other ailment that plagues humanity?Fire.

So he'll keep dragging himself up this bridge between possible worlds, this rickety ruin of light, trying to imagine it might matter if he makes it to the other side.

The absence of a skyline makes him doubt he'll ever get where he's going, and behind him, where he's come from might as well not be there.

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.""...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

Losing your love hurts more than playing with fire.

Charlie tried to focus on what she was saying, but his head felt packed with gauze. Like no one could reach him in here, where it hurt.

Light a campfire and everyone’s a storyteller

That it may be the only thing the darkness makes clearer: who really matters is whoever you're most desperate to see.

Some men are sent to heaven by torturers who thought they were doing god's work by sending them to hell

Hell and heaven are within us

When you know how, it's a pleasure to burn.

You’re sure this is what you want?” I search her eyes for doubt, fear, uncertainty, but all I see is that fire. Ten hells“I’m sure”“Then I’ll find a way

Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.

You will do as you are told the second you are told to do it. Is that clear?''I'm not six mother, I think I can grasp standard sentences.' Whether I chose to pay attention to them however...

When he went to go get groceries, though, he asked Mercer to come. 'There's no one I'd rather get stuck in a snowdrift and freeze to death with, ' William said.

And so she remained, like everything that mattered to me then, secret—to be pursued in the woods by moonlight, when I was supposed to be studying.

If you mess with dragons, you will get burned. Don’t say no one warned you.

Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!'"Oh my God, " Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.

A million coincidences had to occur in order for you to exist

It was that Moment when your fingers touched my skin for the first time I realised, how the fire can heal scars.

Fire burns through thought.