Quotes by Fire Just as gold tarnished in depth (cf. Jms. 5:3) cannot be properly purified and restored to its proper brightness unless it is cast in the fire and thoroughly hammered with mallets, so when the soul has been tarnished with the rust of sin and become thoroughly useless it cannot be cleansed and recover its original beauty unless it meets many trials and enter into the furnace of tribulations. Symeon the New Theologian cfsfirechristian Love is friendship on fire -- anonymous Susan Sontag firelove-is No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire. Suzanne Collins girlfirenames There are some fires you can't get out of- you've got to go through the fire - you've got to go through the flood - you've got to go through the test - you've got to go through the struggle that you might decrease and he might increase. T. D. Jakes strugglefiremight This is no place for a girl on fire. Suzanne Collins catching-ongirlfire I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass. Sylvia Plath christmasdisappointmentfire It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again. Suzanne Collins flowerfireblue The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given me a great advantage. No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire. Suzanne Collins girlcheerfire What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth. Suzanne Collins ripfirethinking Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness. Suzanne Collins eyefirelife Have fire and spread all over. Work, work. Be the servant while leading, be unselfish, and never listen to one friend in private accusing another. Have infinite patience, and success is yours. Swami Vivekananda perseverancefirepatience Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us! Suzanne Collins president-snowfiregames Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I'm still betting on you. Suzanne Collins girlfireremember War is like a fire. One man may start it, but it will spread all over. It is not about any one thing in particular. T. H. White firemenwar Fire beats roses again. Suzanne Collins beatsfirerose Every attempt to reflect upon the Atonement, to study it, to embrace it, to express appreciation for it, however small or feeble it may be, will kindle the fires of faith and work its miracle towards a more Christlike life. It is an inescapable consequence of so doing. We become like those things we habitually love and admire. And thus, as we study Christ’s life and live his teachings, we become more like him. Tad R. Callister teachingfireappreciation The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying. Tabitha Suzuma wallfiremouths Tangaloor, fire-bright Flame-foot, farthest walker Your hunter speaks In need he walks In need, but never in fear. Tad Williams flamesfirefeet Do you think these sannyasi children of Sri Ramakrishna are born to simply to sit under trees lighting dhuni-fires? Whenever any of them will take up some work, people will be astonished to see their energy. Learn from them how to work. Swami Vivekananda firechildrenthinking The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it. Tahir Shah skeletonsghoulsfire«168169170171172173174175176177178»
