Wildfire Quotes

Quotes tagged as "wildfire" (showing 1-30 of 30)
Nicole  Lyons
“She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.”
Nicole Lyons

George R.R. Martin
“His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.”
George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“When the ashes of the wildfire of love have been scattered in the hazy den of oblivion and emotions have gone out of commission, life gets unremittingly tangled up, if no inner voices emerge to enlighten the looming shadows of hesitant expectations, if no shimmer sparks the magic appeal of ‘Being in the world’. ("Fish for silence." )”
Erik Pevernagie

Sarah J. Maas
“He was a boy in love with a wildfire. Or at least he thought he was”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer

Ilona Andrews
“Call her out,” Arabella said.
“Tell her Rogan is yours!” Grandma Frida pumped her fist.
“Don’t let her take your man!” Leon declared.
We all looked at him.
“I was feeling left out,” he said.”
Ilona Andrews, Wildfire

Ilona Andrews
“So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?” I asked.
“Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future.”
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Ilona Andrews, Wildfire

Ilona Andrews
“Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Checking to see if it’s safe to come out.”
Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.”
Ilona Andrews, Wildfire

“She lit wildfires inside my soul and fanned them with hurricanes.”
Morris R. Gates

“I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I’d grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata.

Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster—spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten.

Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.”
Ashim Shanker, Sinew of the Social Species

Alex Rosa
“Every time his lips meet mine, my whole body begins a slow tingle that starts from within in my chest, and spreads like a wildfire.”
A. Rosa, Emotionally Compromised

George R.R. Martin
“A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine.”
George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

Matthew Desmond
“Wildland firefighters do not enjoy the cultural prestige that structural firefighters do. They do not wax their fire engines and cruise down the local parade route, lights flashing; they are not the subject of countless popular books and movies; major politicians do not honor their sacrifices on the Senate floor or from the Rose Garden; they do not have bagpipe bands, fancy equipment, enduring icons, or other signifiers of honor verifying the importance of their activity.”
Matthew Desmond, On the Fireline: Living and Dying with Wildland Firefighters

Debasish Mridha
“Resentment is the little fire that can transform and destroy the world by becoming a wildfire.”
Debasish Mridha

Ilona Andrews
“You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire.”
Ilona Andrews, Sweep in Peace

Mina Khan
“Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?”
Mina Khan, Wildfire

Akshay Vasu
“Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.”
Akshay Vasu

Ilona Andrews
“So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?” I asked.
“Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future.”
Ilona Andrews, Wildfire

Ilona Andrews
“I don’t believe she sees him as family,” Cornelius said.
“She can see him however she wants. I only care how Rogan sees me.”
Ilona Andrews, Wildfire

Akshay Vasu
“In the middle of the mayhem, you came and sang a song of melancholy. You promised a wildfire, but instead choked the light that was struggling hard for survival. Eventually when all the light went off. You left, complaining about the darkness.”
Akshay Vasu

“He was wildfire and I wanted to burn.”
N.R.Hart

“His look his touch his heat spread like wildfire through me.”
N.R.Hart

“How was I to know this tiny spark would spread like wildfire.”
N.R.Hart

Ilona Andrews
“I like that you’re jealous.”
“Rogan, put the car back.”
“Come to dinner with me tonight and I’ll consider it.”
Yes! “No. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“If you don’t go to dinner with me, I’ll have to do something drastic like stand by your window with a boom box blasting some idiotically sappy song.”
Ilona Andrews

Alex Rosa
“Every time his lips meet mine, my whole body begins a slow tingle that starts from within my chest, and spreads like a wildfire.”
A. Rosa, Emotionally Compromised

“In Canada, a little over half the wildfires are started by humans. In the United States, human-started wildfires account for 84 percent of all wildfires, and nearly half of all area that is burned.”
Edward Struzik, Firestorm: How Wildfire Will Shape Our Future

“For the first time in the US Forest Service's history, more than half the agency's annual appropriated budget was devoted to wildfires in 2015, up from 16 percent in 1995. Nowadays, the US Forest SErvice's annual firefighting budget routinely runs our of money before the fire season ends. With this trend of increasing costs for fighting wildfires expected to continue, two-thirds of the agency's budget will go for this kind of work by 2025.”
Edward Struzik, Firestorm: How Wildfire Will Shape Our Future

Jason Medina
“That might sound like the plot of a b-rated horror movie, but it is all too real. Although, some people still have not accepted that truth, while others have no idea the terror that awaits them. The future of mankind is at stake, as the virus continues to spread like wildfire.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

Jason Medina
“The virus went through that crowd faster than a California wildfire.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“Sensuality is a candle of passion that forever burns within us. But it's also a wildfire to some of us.”
Lebo Grand