Everyone wants a little bit of something beautiful.
Kristin CashoreNot all people who inspire devotion are monsters.
Kristin CashoreTags: fire
Children are geniuses.
Kristin CashoreTags: fire
Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.
Kristin CashoreTags: fire
But I could control these flames. It was an irresistible urge, one that I didn’t want to ignore. - Aurora
Candace KnoebelEverywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
Lauren OliverTags: love touch delirium fire sweet lauren-oliver alex-sheathes lena-holloway burning-up
I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever.
David LynchTags: smoking fire quitting cigarettes artists-life quit-smoking live-forever
If you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.
Lisa MantchevHey, Alec," he said.
The man was on his hands and knees, leaning his face into the middle of a bush; he grunted something that kind of sounded like a "Yeah?"
"Why are we spending so much time on this side of where we left them?"
Alec pulled himself out of the bush and looked back at him. "Seemed logical. I'd think they either followed us out of here to find us, or they were taken by the same yahoos who attacked us. Or... maybe they went to investigate the fire."
Mark thought that was all barking up the wrong tree. "Or they ran away from the fire. Not every person on earth is as wacky-brained as you, good sir. Most people see a huge roaring inferno coming at them? They decide to cut and run. Just saying.
[Fire] is lightfooted and shamanic, dancing between the visible and invisible, undoing matter one collapsed molecule at a time, wreaking utter destruction with a touch softer than breath. Its poor cousins, wind and water, are one-dimensional rubes by comparison. Wind is all push, push, push. Water is suffocating, but passively so. And even when water gets it together to be a torrent or a tsunami, it is but wet wind. Fire is at once elemental and otherworldly. Fire dances on the grave of all it destroys. Fire is serious voodoo.
Michael PerryTags: fire
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