There is no greater sensation of consciousness than to expend yourself completely through the quickening fires of passion.
The simple, humble, almighty, supreme virtue of love is the invincible fire of transformation for healing the world.
One day, when you are sitting with my sister, Mahgen, around a fire, and you're feeling how perfectly right it is to be next to her, this moment, this tease of desire between us, will be long forgotten.
Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.
...then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
You know, there are just some things you never expect to face even on this job. A flying primate that shoots fire out its nose is one of them.
All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.
From fire, water, the passage of time, neglectful readers, and the hand of the censor, each of my books has escaped to tell me its story.
Some people are born with a fire inside them. The will to succeed. It isn’t a learned behavior. It’s just some unknown biological factor that makes them try harder.
i held it up, and tried to channel happy dog thoughts toward Cerberus- Alpo commercials, cute little puppies, fire hydrants.
We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free!
What must be done must be done, whatever the price, the cost, the pain. One day we all must walk through fire.
Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.
Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. 'Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire - all the way from Karlovy Vary.
Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.
A general never shows despair. He instills confidence in his troops. He leads them forward, even into the mouth of death.
Fire can destroy or purify, strengthen or weaken, all depending on the nature of the material being burned. Pain has the same effects on the human soul, and for the same reasons.
She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.
Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.
