Quotations About / On: FIRE
Killers, huh? I'd trade the pair of you for a good Camp Fire Girl.
(Daniel Taradash (b. 1913), U.S. screenwriter. Sergeant Warden (Burt Lancaster), From Here To Eternity, after preventing a fight between Maggio (Frank Sinatra) and Fatso (Ernest Borgnine) (1953).)
The world, an entity out of everything, was created by neither gods nor men, but was, is and will be eternally living fire, regularly becoming ignited and regularly becoming extinguished.
(Heraclitus (c. 535-c. 475 B.C.), Greek philosopher. The Cosmic Fragments, no. 20 (c. 480 B.C.).)
The art of an actress is sublimated sexuality. But off the stage the fire must be able to reconvert the steam into body.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer. Trans. by Harry Zohn, originally published in Beim Wort genommen (1955). Half-Truths and One-and-a-Half Truths, University of Chicago Press (1990).)
At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.
(Franz Grillparzer (1791-1872), Austrian author. "Album Leaf", Poems (1830).)
Arguments are like fire-arms which a man may keep at home but should not carry about with him.
(Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 65 (1951).)
We cannot but pity the boy who has never fired a gun; he is no more humane, while his education has been sadly neglected.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 235, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "A Winter Walk" (1843), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 5, p. 167, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
(Victor Hugo (1802-1885), French poet, dramatist, novelist. Les Misérables, pt. 4, bk. 7, ch. 1 (1862).)
It was worth the while to lie down in a country where you could afford such great fires; that was one whole side, and the bright side, of our world.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Chesuncook" (1858) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 115, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
(James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938), U.S. author, poet. "O Black and Unknown Bards," st. 1 (written c. 1907), publ. In Fifty Years and Other Poems (1917).