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Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
That light he'd felt when he first saw her
he understood now that it was only a lightbulb. It was quick and easy, full of electricity, but there was something artificial about it. What he wanted was fire: heat and spark and flame.
Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star
Sparks are warm while they last.
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
You may kill a fire. And everything you know falls to dust and ash. Yet the remarkable treasure in this seemingly hopeless pile, is hidden deep within. The burning embers incarnate the perpetual desire to go from spark to flame.
A steady flame unwavering & honest
If I burn, you burn with me
You burn bright, to me at least,
A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.
Bright-kindled from heavenly flames,
framed of Love's all-consuming fire,
Ignited of purest passion,
Burning in the Creator King's heart,
A splendor of bliss to illuminate Albion!
i lit up like a christmas tree
He lay across the valley like a sparkling path, the setting sun catching fire on the way.
Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.
You go to pray; to become a bonfire, a living flame, giving light and heat.
Ask a burning question, get a burning answer
Where does the flame of a candle go after is faded?
High. The stone around his neck flamed
The Lord's holy fire lit my path.
I burnt as in a fire in her presence ... but what did I care to know what the fire was in which I burned and melted
it was enough that it was sweet to burn and melt.
Hell-bent on extinguishing
When that light within begins to dim, fan the flame just enough to spark something!
You watched me burn, now watch me rise from the ashes
You are the spark that sets others on fire when you initiate.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
In the dying embers and blackened twigs of a ravaged forest, who could distinguish where the first spark was lit? Only the arsionist knows the exact location where that match was struck.
For the girls, cigarettes were torches of liberation
No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned
Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don't feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains!
A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky.
Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.
If we must go down in flames, let us burn bright
I'd learned I didn't need kindling - I was kindling. ("Red")
You can't shine if you don't burn.
Wisdom is a blaze, kindled by a leaping spark.
It begins with a spark that ignites into an inferno, and while a spark is harmless, an inferno almost always burns. You are the spark, Rose.
True glory is a flame lighted at the skies.
A burnt finger remember the fire.
Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
Flame was the way, in the Dells, to send the bodies of the dead where their souls had gone, into nothingness. To respect that all things ended, except the world.
You are the one
I am lit for.
Come with your rod
that twists
and is a serpent.
I am the bush.
I am burning
I am not consumed.
He passed the lighter down the table until Descartes held it in one hand while setting the greasy cylinder down on the table. After smoothing it out, Descartes sparked up the lighter. With the lighter drawn near the grease, the aroma of burnt hair filled the board room.
A man must go on a quest / to discover the sacred fire / in the sanctuary of his own belly / to ignite the flame in his heart / to fuel the blaze in the hearth / to rekindle his ardor for the earth
I lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need
to extinguish the dark flame inside me.
A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day.
A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.
shifted our fire higher, moving
If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames.
The girl on fire.
She burned too bright for this world.
Get your fire back.
Point your fire like a flower.
You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,
and nobody is so worried
about you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.
I am only a spark: Make me a fire.
The flame is not out, but it is flickering.
Flame is the lamp; rest is borrowed.
Blazing across the sky? Or did he dream using the few
I was growing cold, but now you are my campfire.
Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.
You can't burn me.Burn-- Rick Riordan
In the deepest pits of 'Ell, Where the worst defaulters dwell (Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em), There's some lovely coloured rays, Pyrotechnical displays, But you can't expect the burning to admire 'em!
Moth to a flame. Somehow we both got burnt.
But you, Helene Aquilla, are no swift-burning spark. You are a torch against the night - if you dare to let yourself burn.
You still stand watch, O human star, burning without a flicker, perfect flame, bright and resourceful spirit. Each of your rays a great idea - O torch which passes from hand to hand, from age to age, world without end.
The old dead coals fell to the wayside, warm ones sat glowing weakly on the edges; but the hot new ones, red and burning, poured their heat into the centre of cook fire.
Passion is a blazing flame.
The sun burnt on, drugging everything with warmth.
I started the fire, but I couldn't control how it burnt.
glowed like diamonds in the sunlight,
That burning is pleasurable, that which enlightens the darkened path of others
If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.
Ignite the fire in your soul.
These blessed candles of the night.
I'm drawn, Icarus to the sun. I've been burned already, and yet here I am again.
Catch on fire with enthusiasm, and people will come for miles to watch you burn
It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.
The stars set fire to my eyes.
What's the definition of a good flame? One you agree with ...
Where there's smoke there's fire. Where there's fire there's passion. Where there's passion there's a girl smoking.
I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
At last, the luminous match was struck and the day was lit.
There were no sparks, just a gasoline fire burning through the dark
Light your fire.
To burn always with this hard gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.
Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char.
A crooked log makes a strait fire.
I asked of the limitless sunshine
How to shine with the dawn's glowing light;
No answer came back from the sunshine,
But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!
I struck my match, she poured out her gasoline. We burn now. All the time.
My God, how I burned, how I burned with longing to leave earthly and fly back to you.
You're burned into my mind forever
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like
like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.
I hold the cigarette like i'm in a black-and-white movie.
but when jed lights the match, it spreads to color,
his skin in the campfire light, the spark of his eyes
as he leans in to me
Never Again the Burning
Wavering and burning like a golden lie.
The burning flame is spirit of light.
appearance at the Crossfire.
The fire in you burns as fiercely as it did when I first met you.
When the world grinds you down, you pick a handful of fires to hold close to your heart.
With my burned hand, I write about the nature of fire.