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I am past scorching; not easily can'st thou scorch a scar.
Fire's the sun, unwindin' itself out o' the wood.
Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear? ...
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.
Cinders. Embers. Ashes. Michelle hoped that whatever strength had allowed this child to survive the fire all those years ago was a strength that still burned inside her. That it would go on burning, hotter and hotter, until she was as bright as the rising sun. She
The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.
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.
A flame in the dark
Amid the pointing and the horror, the clean flame.
You can't hold a flame in your hands without getting burned.
And so, with a torn sleeve and a keyboard on which cigarette
ash can rest, writers ended up arsonists of recycled material with
a blanket over fast burning fires to send fragments of reality to the
sky for people to manage any way they wish. Or can." (intro "Throwing Dice on a Chessboard
There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
If men refuse to be kindled, sparks can only burn themselves out, just as paper images and carriages burn out on the street during funerals.
From a little spark may burst a flame.
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.
It melts the frost that binds her lips.
It melts the sea in her eyesss.
(from uncorrected galley)
Be ignited, or be gone.
A burnt finger remember the fire.
A fire. An office fire.
Therm-bombs! Drop 'em right on us! I been roasted before - it's nothing!
Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling.
Smudge stood atop the water, burning as hot as I'd ever seen him and floating on a cushion of steam like a tiny, pissed-off hovercraft.
a blazing fire in an ice storm.
Blaze with the fire that is never extinguished.
Boiling anger burns. Sticks to people like hot melted sugar. Scars and blisters.
This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.
Fire is like greed, my comrade. It spreads across the world, thinking only of itself, seizing everything it sees, and ruining everyone's fun.
Burn brightly without burning out.
Even iron sometimes melts.
I burn the way money burns.
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
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.
What fire joins none man can put aside,
I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.
If there are tears on my cheeks, the hot fire eats them away.
A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.
See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
Smudge continued running laps, flames flickering like tiny orange banners on his back. He was never wrong about danger, but he couldn't tell you if that danger was a meteorite streaking toward the roof or an amorous moose running amok in the parking lot.
Some cleric putting a match to her. /Neither of them looks happy about it. /Once lit, she'll burn like a book, /like a book that was ever finished, /like a locked-up library.
Looking for a gem, we are sometimes dumb enough to try to hold on to a lump of coal, convinced that it will turn into a diamond in our lifetime ... but all it does it get sh*t all over you until you burn it and use the energy for something else.
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
I burned my own damn finger pokin' someone else's fire
Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
Never Again the Burning
The 'fires'n that produce thick, rarely innocent, often strategic smoke should therefore be scrutinized. they should be known and identified; and when they involve dishonesty, lies, or manipulation, they they should be ignored.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
excoriated and burned, mapped and measured and meted
Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.
The boom, the bang, the flint and fuss.
Adversity is the refiner's fire that bends iron but tempers steel.
What fire dies when you feed it?
Make the iron hot by striking it.
A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
Eternally the embers glow masterfully fueled by lovers passion.
Ignite, my love. Ignite.
Heat that rots ambition and stuns the intellect and will.
If I burn, you burn with me
There's no smoke without mud being flung around.
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
If you do your work, eventually there will be a spark. A fire. A blaze.
Friction makes sparks and sparks start creative conflagrations.
Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.
In one and the same fire, clay grows hard and wax melts.
What fire dies when you feed it? It
that blue flame burnning? Industry!
When you tend to another's dying embers, you find both warmth and an increase in the glow of your own fire.
Chocolate Melting
Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire.
From now on I will make burning my aim, For I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter.
When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush?
When the world grinds you down, you pick a handful of fires to hold close to your heart.
I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes ... .
I burnt my fingers.
Looking at the fire on the stone.
A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.
Ho there, it ignites!
First, you must light a middling fire under the cauldron."
"What's a middling fire?"
"Medium."
I searched the pot. "Where's the ignition switch?"
Bridget leaned in and whispered, "You use magic to start the fire.
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
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.
A crooked log makes a strait fire.
You're playing with fire, Aaron. People who do that get burned."
"I don't play with fire, Dayton. I stroke it and make it burn hotter and faster until it consumes everything in its path. I'll never take a spark where I can have a roaring flame.
The girl on fire.
Frosty winter evenings, patterns of ice forming on the window panes outside, fresh coal piled on the red embers, and the fire spurting sulphurous flames of blue and green.
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
A sword of fire! It burns! It burns! A sword of fire!
I don't like fire, fire burns.
Watching a satyr cook Eggo blueberry waffles on a stick over an open fire.
[Non-flammable? Challenge accepted.]
[Alan], I texted, [arson is bad.]
[It's in the spirit of academic inquiry! It's SCIENCE!]
['Science' is not a legal defense.]
[Damn them.]
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
You came, you saw, you burned everything to the ground.
It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.
a criminal misuse of the gift of fire.'
The backs of his hands remind him of paper burning in the fireplace, the moment the taut membrane goes slack into a thousand wrinkles, just before it withers to ash and air.
There's no smoke without fire.
The finest steel must go through the hottest fire.
Even from a distance you burn, you scorch anyone who gets too close.
The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.
The coffee was boiling over a charcoal fire, and large slices of bread and butter were piled one upon the other like deals in a lumber yard.
The flame is not out, but it is flickering.