Fire
Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days; when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without.
Where there's smoke, there's fire.
I guarantee you that's what Jeff Gordon does. He uses everything the fans throw at him to stoke his fire and it drives him to be better at what he does.
If the Almighty were to rebuild the world and asked me for advice, I would have English Channels round every country. And the atmosphere would be such that anything which attempted to fly would be set on fire.
Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.
Your sweetheart calls you by another's name. His eyes linger too long on your best friend. He talks with excitement about a girl at work. And the fire catches. Jealousy — that sickening combination of possessiveness, suspicion, rage, and humiliation — can overtake your mind and threaten your very core as you contemplate your rival.
Discipline is the refining fire by which talent becomes ability.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
Love in its essence is spiritual fire.
Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide?
Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire.
Technology is, of course, a double edged sword. Fire can cook our food but also burn us.
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move.
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Getting information off the Internet is like taking a drink from a fire hydrant.
Only a crazy person wouldn't fear approaching a car with tinted windows during a late-night car stop, or pounding up a flight of stairs to execute a search warrant, or fast-roping from a helicopter down into hostile fire. Real agents, like real people, feel that fear in the pit of their stomachs.
There are people to whom heroism under fire comes naturally and seemingly without effort, but Patton was not one of them.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.