1. They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!
2. The last time she was up here, she had been… staring up at the sky and dreaming of stars. Now, she looked down and plotted flames.
3. Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.
4. Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.
5. Once I was seated, I couldn’t help people-watching. I’ll admit it, I’m an addict from way back.
6. If you hold a candle close to you, its flame rises. And if you hold it away from you, its flame shrinks. The same way you hold a candle close to you, keep all your plans, aspirations, projects, and dreams close to you too. Do not share your plans or goals until you complete them, because as you hold your candle away from you — envy, jealousy, and resentment may put out your flame before it grows.
7. I was all too aware of his hands resting on my lower back, their imprints like sweet flames that seemed to go through the thin fabric of my dress and onto my skin.
8. Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.
9. You’re such a bookworm,” Fenn said, shaking his head as he counted the books in my hand. “No,” I corrected “I just want to be prepared.
10. Some plants were pyrophytic and only germinated when ravaged by fire. Gavin had scorched her with the savagery of his cruel passions until she had been conditioned to bloom in the flames.
11. I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.
12. High heels evoke a sensuality in a woman.
13. Everything burns…you just gotta know what kind of fire to set.
14. Being young is like
being a moth, or alive I
I am burning, if I am learning any-
thing these days, it is that
The flames you keep touching when you’re young,
you keep right ahead on touching when you’re older.
15. She has the flames of passion emanating from deep within her soul. She has the embers of idealism burning in her heart!
16. It feels like I’ve got all the flames in hell burning in my head.
17. The relief Kieran felt was staggering. The sick-satisfaction of justice burned through him like an oil spill, waiting for him to drop a match, to let it all go up in flames as he laughed through the rain of hellfire.
But he didn’t. He pocketed the metaphysical match. He vacuumed the torrential oil spill. He had just turned his wasteland into a rain forest; he would not let his resentment burn down the trees he had grown out of the garden of his own mind. Kieran himself had come too far to let the angry hand of vengeance burn away his fertile terrains, ruin his harvests of the pure flora kingdom and slaughter his animals to ribbons in sacrifice to greater demons whose jaws never shut. Homeostasis was a hard-earned tendency. Bonfires were clumsy and unwarranted; if he let it consume him and everything he’d built, all he had cultivated would be for nothing.
He did not want his flowers to die.
18. She has the flames of passion emanating from deep withing her soul. She has the embers of idealism burning in her heart!
19. Their opinions are not your oxygen. They should only fan your fucking flames.
20. Her love was as wild as the flames that made her. She was not the one to be tamed but loved from far.
21. [H]is flames were devouring her past.
22. The entire pre-Columbian literature of Mexico, a vast library of tens of thousands of codices, was carefully and systematically destroyed by the priests and friars who followed in the wake of the conquistadors. In November 1530, for example, Bishop Juan de Zumárraga, who had shortly before been apointed ‘Protector of the Indians’ by the Spanish crown, proceeded to ‘protect’ his flock by burning at the stake a Mexican aristocrat, the lord of the city of Texcoco, whom he accused of having worshipped the rain god. In the city’s marketplace Zumárraga ‘had a pyramid formed of the documents of Aztec history, knowledge and literature, their paintings, manuscripts, and hieroglyphic writings, all of which he committed to the flames while the natives cried and prayed.’
More than 30 years later, the holocaust of documents was still under way. In July 1562, in the main square of Mani (just south of modern Merida in the Yucatan), Bishop Diego de Landa burned thousands of Maya codices, story paintings, and hieroglyphs inscribed on rolled-up deer skins. He boasted of destroying countless ‘idols’ and ‘altars,’ all of which he described as ‘works of the devil, designed by the evil one to delude the Indians and to prevent them from accepting Christianity.’ Noting that the Maya ‘used certain characters or letters, which they wrote in their books about the antiquities and their sciences’ he informs us: ‘We found a great number of books in these letters, and since they contained nothing but superstitions and falsehoods of the devil we burned them all, which they took most grievously and which gave them great pain.
23. Napoleon recalled his dismay at seeing ‘mountains of swirling red flames, like huge ocean waves, exploding up into the sky of fire, then sinking into the sea of flames below’.
24. Because my sacrifice shook the world, because the ramifications of love cannot be tamed /
I was kept alive in memories,
and dead in the rains /
25. The Green Man had stepped into the fire smiling a warm, yet wry smile on his brown face of living wood. She had watched his tall body, which was covered in rich brocade made of leaves, with a crown of holly bright with scarlet berries on his head, disappear into the leaping flames as though they were a cozy blanket. He was gone in a flash as the tall flames engulfed him with a loud whoosh. Tears had coursed down her cheeks while others cheered the onset of the solstice and toasted the beginning of longer days.
26. Faith is the fire that light the flames.
27. Holly moved. A second too late. The table clipped her backpack, knocking the gas tank clean off. It spun through the air, trailing flammable liquid.
Italian restaurants—wouldn’t you know it—full of candles. The tank twirled right through an elaborate candelabrum and burst into flames like some deadly firework.
28. They were a paper chain of distinguished members of society, and when one caught fire, they either severed themselves or they all went up in smoke.
29. Faith is the only thing that fan the flames of life.
30. She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her.
It had unfurled.
If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it.
It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash.
The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know
31. You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,
and if you see a fire from the shore tonight
it’s my chains going up in flames.
32. People who are unable to stand within the dark places of life, those who are always running towards their happy places, are the same things as candles without flames. There is no worth in a candle without a flame, and we only add the flame when there is darkness. Without darkness, there would be no need for warriors and angels. Warriors are not made because the whole world is happy and angels were not formed because there are no demons. Be of worth, have a flame.
33. You will never be able to end any battle if the people involved are unable to see their own hypocrisy, or how their insecurity contributed to their problems. Wounded people often choose to play the victim, so they can restore their dignity in unhealthy ways. Sadly, they do this through feeling justified, by making bad choices or actions (that honestly no diety would want them to do). This inability to accept their part in their unhappiness keeps them from growing. They need your prayers more than your anger. Just walk away. Let it go and pray that one day they will understand your pain, as much as you do theirs. Remember: The sexiest woman alive is one that can walk away from a place that God doesn’t want them to be. Do so with your head held high and forgive yourself and others. When you can do this, you will know what God’s definition of class is– YOU!
34. I look at him and my body reacts in a way that it never has before, even in the throes of passion. I look at him and I start aching so deep inside it takes all I can to think, to breathe, to speak. He’s like the brightest flame and it takes everything in me to resist its call.
I know that if I give in, I’ll get burned so deeply, there might be nothing left once I come out the other side.
But, god, I want to step into that flame.
35. One of the dwarfs walked in front of Thor to get a better view of the prye, and Thor kicked him irritably into the middle of the flames, which made Thor feel slightly better and made all the dwarfs feel much worse.
36. Our love douses us in flames. It’s terrible and deep and wingless, but I’ll burn here if you burn here too.
37. Sometimes what’s dead must be burned away to make room for new life. Sometimes you just have to step back and let the brittle bits ignite – but once those flames begin to dance their caustic dance, don’t you dare look the other way. Don’t close your eyes. Watch closely and let that image seer itself forever on your mind. Remember what it looked like in the midst of the soot, the smoke, and the haze. Remember, so you don’t repeat the same conditions that required such a blaze.
38. When a fire rises, don’t be quick to worry. Find the purpose of the fire, if it’s negative, water it down, if positive, feed the flames.
39. Who doesn’t want to rise above the obstacles in his pathway? Who wouldn’t want to go down in flames?
40. I tried to hold fire once…see from a distance it mesmerized me
for hours at a time
The more it danced with the wind,
I felt my body sway to its rhythm
I tried to hold fire once
It’s glow drew me in closer
And although I know full well the damage that fire can do…
Staring directly at it,
I know it’s beauty too
It’s warmth was now on my face and
I couldn’t imagine being in any other place
I reached out with my bare hands &
it danced even more
And suddenly I felt it’s heat deep within my core
Rising like a volcano ready to erupt
But somehow balanced & purposeful
I tried to hold fire once
until I realized that fire held me Passionately and
I was it’s guiding force.
If you look close enough, you’ll see it dancing in my eyes,
feel it in my touch,
even hear it in my voice…but don’t ever forget that fire consumes and cannot be contained so I must master my energetic output to control the flames.
41. She is trying to control me with fear, because she cannot control me any other way.
My eyes open wide. They burn as if they are on fire—no, as if they are made of fire. Eyes are the window to the soul.
42. Lovers dream of one more embrace.
One more kiss.
One act of love, no matter how small.
For in loving, lover and beloved
they look for their oasis
like men engulfed in flames.
Even filled to the brim,
they will never satiate.
For they continue to leak, these
How else did love seep through?
43. 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.
44. They’d reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.
45. What are you doing?” Alain asked.
“Starting a fire, of course.” Mari held up the thing in her hand. “It’s a fire-starter. A really simple device. Haven’t you ever seen one?”
Alain shook his head. “Never. That thing seems very complicated. I do not understand how it can work.”
“How do you start fires?”
That was a Guild secret. Or was it? The elders had told him that no Mechanic could understand how it worked. What would this Mechanic say if he told her? “I use my mind to channel power to create a place where it is hot, altering the nature of the illusion there,” Alain explained, “and then use my mind to put that heat on what I want to burn.”
“Oh,” Mechanic Mari said. “Is that actually how you visualize the process?”
“That is how it is done,” Alain said.
“That’s…interesting.” She grinned. “So, instead of making fire by doing something complicated or hard to understand like striking a flint, you just alter the nature of reality. That is a lot simpler.
46. They forked up in the air for him, like trees branching in the night, and rained down sparks. They roared and whispered with their crackling voices, they had danced when he said the word. The flames here were both tame and mutinous, strange, silent beasts that sometimes bit the hand that fed them. Only occasionally, on cold nights when there was nothing but the flames to stave off his loneliness, did he think he heard them calling to him, but they whispered words he didn’t understand.
47. Burn me down to ashes,
Lend me to the flames.
Rise again I valiantly shall,
For LOVE is but my name.
48. The grille of the Caddie plunged right into the middle of the bonfire, scattering smoke and flames and bones to the wind. The Cadillac finally bounced and jolted to a stop among a rain of burning human skulls.
The voice of John Fogerty garbled and died. The driver’s door opened and John flung himself out, clutching a sawed-off shotgun. He screamed, ‘DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME FUCKING PRISON BREAK WITH A SIDE OF SHOTGUN?
49. He sat back on his heels and watched the stars one by one cut their way through onrushing darkness, till all was reversed, day was night, and the blackness glittered with all the desert’s sands, each a tiny flame beyond the bounds of time.
50. She sucks in her breath and lets the flames race along the comforter until they lick her and swallow her whole.
51. If the forest has a day of fire and the heat of the flames does not consume a special tree, it will still be changed; charred, but still standing.
52. The burning flame is spirit of light.
53. Did the flames thrive and my eyes speak truth? Was my fire not enough for you?
54. You two would get on like a house on fire. Don’t douse the flames before you’ve struck a match.
55. If you think that it is some misunderstanding, be bold to correct that before it flames.
56. Kill the blames and you will put your shames into blazing flames. Look for solutions, not problems!
57. I want your scent to intoxicate my passions to the point where lust is merely a word, dancing upon our flames of desire
58. Un feu, une nuit d’encre, les escarbilles mêlées aux étoiles: décor propice aux confidences. N’a-t-on jamais remarqué que, devant les flammes, les secrets se révèlent, et surgissent les souvenirs?
59. The blazing fire burns to light.
60. I couldn’t believe I let him see me like this, unable to fend for myself. I fumed in disgust at my vulnerability. I didn’t want Evan to think I needed protecting. I pulled back my torment and let the numb blanket envelop me, pushing away the stirred memories, the noise of the crowd, and the trembling that still lay beneath the surface. I stared at the flames licking at the darkness and everything was lost as I sank deeper into nothingness.