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I was torturing the fire, giving it life, and snuffing it out.
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Fire consumes.' Lord Beric stood behind them, and there was something in his voice that silenced Thoros at once. 'It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing.
Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.
Fire will run like poetry through your blood.
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
watching the flames twist in the wind.
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
There's a spiritual connection between flame and narrative.
A flame in the dark
The fire that burns against the cold.
There's no smoke without fire.
One moment you're fire; the next smoke.
What if I am, in some way, only a sophisticated fire that has acquired an ability to regulate its rate of combustion and to hoard its fuel in order to see and walk?
When that fire hit your ass, it will sober your ass up quick! I saw something, I went, Well, that's a pretty blue. You know what? That looks like ... FIRE! Fire is inspirational. They should use it in the Olympics, because I ran the 100 in 4.3.
You can't hold a flame in your hands without getting burned.
In the inhalation and exhalation there is an energy and a lively divine spirit, since He, through his spirit supports the breath of life, giving courage to the people who are in the earth and spirit to those who walk on it.
Nobody ever thinks about the flame. It always ends up alone, and surrounded by a bunch of dead moths.
Fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
God is the giver of breath.
Breathing is the greatest pleasure in life
What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.
The burning flame is the fierce fire.
Fire is next akin to smoke.
There are creatures in this world, small things and pretty things, which burn within them a fire for survival.
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 have to be vigilant about keeping your own fire alive.
Why did breathing have to be such a work.
river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing,
Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
Dennis Lewis has a deep understanding of the central importance of breathing, in both its physical and spiritual dimensions
Fire.
I see it everywhere.
When you're playing a real character, you want to honor that person and receive inspiration from that person. They need to anoint you in some way that allows you to borrow just a small piece of their soul. That is the flame.
The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.
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.
The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses.
Behind the mask of ice that people wear, there beats a heart of fire.
The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
Breathing is made up of two stages: inhaling, the intake of air, and exhaling, the letting out of air. The spiritual life is fed, nourished, by prayer and is expressed outwardly through mission: inhaling and exhaling. When we inhale, by prayer, we receive the fresh air of the Holy Spirit.
inside and out. That's what you are - a living, breathing fire.
Fire is not a thing. It is a situation of temperature.
That's why it's important to keep your distance from people who have frigid breath. Just their presence can put out the most intense fire, with results we're familiar with. If we stay a good distance away from those people, it's easier to protect ourselves from being extinguished.
That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.
There was nothing wrong with fire ... as long as you didn't stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
Fire feeds on obstacles
Outer fire we need to cook. Inner fire we need to liberate. God's Fire we need to love.
There is no fyre without some smoke.
A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
Fire walking is an act of faith. I don't know why it works. I don't know why people don't die doing it. I found it very exhilarating.
Breath was everything. When nothing else could be done: one could breathe and shape and infuse that breath with strength and purpose.
Where there's fire, there's smoke.
Fire burns blue and hot.
Its fair light blinds me not.
Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.
I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.
Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind.
I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.
I'm cautious about using fire. It can become theatrical. I am interested in the heat, not the flames.
Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation.
Those who see the fire run. The rest die from smoke.
Words to deeds cold breath gives.
Breath is breath.
A certain fire pretends to be alive; it awakens. Working its way along the hand as a conductor, it reaches the support and engulfs it; then a leaping spark closes the circle it was to trace, coming back to the eye and beyond.
Research suggests that the earliest flying reptiles swallowed small pieces of volcanic rock and could breathe out flammable gases like hydrogen produced in their own bodies. It is hypothesized that their ingenious "fire breath" was used as a defense against predatory reptiles.
In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.
As a fire blazes brightly when the covering of ash over it is scattered by the wind, the divine fire within the body shines in all its majesty when the ashes of desire are scattered by the practice of pranayama.
Breathe of life, living soul.
There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.
Fire is bright and fire is clean.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke
Fire is like greed, my comrade. It spreads across the world, thinking only of itself, seizing everything it sees, and ruining everyone's fun.
Fire's the sun, unwindin' itself out o' the wood.
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
Fire destroys that which feeds it.
Burning desire is the eternal flame.
Breathing in and breathing out, those two things we must never forget about.
No erudition, no purity of diction, no width of mental outlook, no flowers of eloquence, no grace of person can atone for lack of fire. Prayer ascends by fire. Flame gives prayer access as well as wings, acceptance as well as energy. There is no incense without fire; no prayer without flame.
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.
Am like a Fire Fly, Charged to Execute my Flames to Light this World up, therefore, you have to Kill me to get out my Flame.
Fire's an excellent purifier.
When a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes.
Breathing is a fascinating thing to watch in a woman.
She could be breathing fire and I wouldn't mind.
'You could be breathing fire and I wouldn't mind,' I say.
You have to carry the fire.
No one thinks much about their ability to breathe; they just do it. It's when a person can't breathe, that they suddenly realize they'd been doing something truly marvelous all along.
It is one thing to touch a flame and know it is hot, but quite another to jump into that flame and be consumed by it.
Breathing is a lot like creativity. Like an inhale, you receive an inspiration, you let it run through the unique magnificence of who you are, and then you release it into the world, letting it go, unattached to the way it needs to look.
Those of fire move about the earth with inspiration and purpose. They are creative, and can consume and be consumed by their desires [ ... ] My father-to-be was of the water and could not find a hold in the banks of earthiness. Water people can easily get lost.
Breathing is the master key of life.
Calm, weary voices directing fire. The same sort of voice God uses, perhaps, when He calls souls to Him. This way, please.
The sacred fire is faith.
It is love's soft breath on life's dark coals that briefly reds the fire.
A fire had begun to spread in me. It was burning now in my stomach and my lungs were dry as old leaves, my heart had a herded pressure which gave promise to explode.
What fire joins none man can put aside,
The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.
With my burned hand, I write about the nature of fire.
Water a farre off quencheth not fire.
When the house is on fire, don't tell me what your spiritual gift is. Just grab a hose and put out the fire.
I am a hot-blooded fire and I am fearless.
I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire.
In general, fire is used to throw enemies into confusion so that you can attack them.
writing fire and watching the syllables burn
Do not fear the fire within you, burning brighter than any star it attracts only those whose flame feeds off the very air that you breathe. Let passion be the inferno that engulfs your soul.
The process of breathing is the most accurate metaphor we have for the way that we personally approach life, how we live our lives, and how we react to the inevitable changes that life brings us.