Flames Quotes

“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!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“LET THE FLAMES BEGIN!”
― Hayley Williams

“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.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“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.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.”
― Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, The Leopard

“Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.”
― James Patterson, Sundays at Tiffany's

“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.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“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.”
― Markelle Grabo, The Elf Girl

“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.”
― Paul L. Maier, The Flames of Rome

“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.”
― Candace Knoebel, Embracing the Flames

“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.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir

“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.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Captured Memories

“I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.”
― Laura Chouette

“Everything burns...you just gotta know what kind of fire to set.”
― Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans

“Being young is like
being a moth, or alive I
bet-possibly:
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.”
― Will Walton, I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain

“Did the flames thrive and my eyes speak truth? Was my fire not enough for you?”
― Dominic Riccitello

“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.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“It feels like I’ve got all the flames in hell burning in my head.”
― Maurice Maeterlinck

“High heels evoke a sensuality in a woman.”
― Lebo Grand, Sensual Lifestyle

“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.”
― Sharon Brubaker, The Leafing

“Her love was as wild as the flames that made her. She was not the one to be tamed but loved from far.”
― J.WOLF

“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'.”
― Stephen Clarke, How the French Won Waterloo - or Think They Did

“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.”
― Mandy Ashcraft

“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.”
― Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization

“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?”
― Sylvain Tesson, Petit traité sur l'immensité du monde

“[H]is flames were devouring her past.”
― Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans

“I want your scent to intoxicate my passions to the point where lust is merely a word, dancing upon our flames of desire...”
― Virginia Alison

“She has the flames of passion emanating from deep withing her soul. She has the embers of idealism burning in her heart!”
― Avijeet Das

“She has the flames of passion emanating from deep within her soul. She has the embers of idealism burning in her heart!”
― Avijeet Das

“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 /
in flames.”
― Nalini Dhiman, The Labyrinth of Clouds