Fire
Quotes - Children are geniuses
“Your
hair is winter fire,
January
embers.
My
heart burns there, too.”
―
Stephen King, It
“You
must burn. Burn higher.
Burn
for everything you have ever wanted. For everything you have ever lost, for
every crack in your heart and every fraction of every irreplaceable moment.
Burn
high for love.
For
fear. For life.
Burn
as fast and as long as you can.
You
must burn, burn higher.
Because
nothing in this world will kill you faster than a dying fire.”
―
Mia Hollow
“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
“As
different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
―
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“One
day we took the children to see a goldsmith refine gold after the ancient
manner of the East. He was sitting beside his little charcoal fire. ("He
shall sit as a refiner"; the gold- or silversmith never leaves his
crucible once it is on the fire.) In the red glow lay a common curved roof
tile; another tile covered it like a lid. This was the crucible. In it was the
medicine made of salt, tamarind fruit and burnt brick dust, and imbedded in it
was the gold. The medicine does its appointed work on the gold, "then the
fire eats it," and the goldsmith lifts the gold out with a pair of tongs,
lets it cool, rubs it between his fingers, and if not satisfied puts it back
again in fresh medicine. This time he blows the fire hotter than it was before,
and each time he puts the gold into the crucible, the heat of the fire is
increased; "it could not bear it so hot at first, but it can bear it now;
what would have destroyed it then helps it now." "How do you know
when the gold is purified?" we asked him, and he answered, "When I
can see my face in it [the liquid gold in the crucible] then it is pure.”
―
Amy Carmichael, Gold Cord
“There
isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.”
―
Kristin Cashore, Fire
“We
seek the fire of the spark that is already within us.”
―
Kamand Kojouri
“There
could never be innocence in a world without justice.”
―
Tim Bowler, Frozen Fire
“Dreams
are like the old stories where wolves are seekers always running, and women
carry fire in their bare hands and light the dark paths before them.
Old
stories hold that the birds will fly all the miles of the world to tell your
secrets to the rising moon, and men will walk over oceans of ice to find one
truth.”
―
Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides
“Do
not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead.
That is the meaning of enlightenment.”
―
Kamand Kojouri
“Children
are geniuses.”
―
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
“As
it so happens, I like your mouth."
"It
doesn't -- "
"Challenge
me?" He set the bottle down and moved to the end of the bed. "An
outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You have fire in you, and I
would never put that out.”
―
Dannika Dark, Twist
“If
you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss
or three.”
―
Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright
“An
inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the
afternoon), preferably a rainy night—wind, too, if it could be managed; and it
should be situated on a moor (“bleak,” Kate knew, was the adjective here). And
there should be scullions; mine host should be gravy-stained and broad in the
beam with a tousled apron pulled across his stomach; and there should be a
tall, dark stranger—the one who speaks to nobody—warming thin hands before the
fire. And the fire should be a fire—crackling and blazing, laid with an
impossible size log and roaring its great heart out up the chimney. And there
should be some sort of cauldron, Kate felt, somewhere about—and, perhaps, a
couple of mastiffs thrown in for good measure.”
―
Mary Norton, The Borrowers Afield
“Some
women are built by the fire. Yet, there are some that are the FIRE!”
―
Shannon L. Alder
“As
to my mouth, of all my features, I wish I could possess my mouth again, just as
it had been before the fire. I had my mother’s lips, generous below and above;
and what kissing I had practiced, mainly on my hand or on a lonely pig, had
convinced me that my lips would be the source of my good fortune. I would kiss
with them, and lie with them, I would make victims and willing slaves of anyone
my eyes desired, simply by talking a little, and following the talk with
kisses, and the kisses with demands. And they’d melt into compliance, everyone
of them, happy to perform the most demeaning acts as long as I was there to
reward them with a long, tongue-tied kiss when they were done. But the fire
didn’t spare my lips; it took them too, erasing them utterly.”
―
Clive Barker, Mister B. Gone
“Learning
to let go is not giving up! It is simply passing the burden to a better
fighter, so you can fight another day. (God)”
―
Shannon L. Alder
“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
“There
are times when the unseen can be even more dangerous than what our eyes
behold.”
―
Erin Forbes, The Elementals
“Circumstances
don't always align themselves with human intention.”
―
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
“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
must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.”
―
Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
“The
Calores are children of fire, as strong and destructive as their flame, but Cal
will not be like the others before. Fire can destroy, fire can kill, but it can
also create. Forest burned in the summer will be green by spring, better and
stronger than before. Cal's flame will build and bring roots from the ashes of
war. The guns will quiet, the smoke will clear, and the soldiers, Red and
Silver both, will come home. One hundred years of war, and my son will bring
peace. He will not die fighting. He will not. HE WILL NOT.”
―
Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song
