Quotations About / On: FIRE
To awake your dormouse valor, to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fabian, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 2, l. 19-20.
Trying to provoke Sir Andrew to challenge Cesario (Viola); "brimstone" means sulphur.)
Keep up the fires of thought, and all will go well.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Letter, September 26, 1859, to Harrison Blake, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 356, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
The property of rain is to wet and fire to burn.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Corin, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 26-7.
The shepherd's common sense.)
You can always see a face in the fire.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 281, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 31.
To Bardolph, whose nose is red.)
In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.
(J.M. (James Matthew) Barrie (1860-1937), British playwright. Tommy and Grizel, ch. 3 (1900).)
Next to the striking of fire and the discovery of the wheel, the greatest triumph of what we call civilization was the domestication of the human male.
(Max Lerner (b. 1902), U.S. author, columnist. First published in New York Post (June 16, 1958). "The Revolt of the American Father," pt. 2, The Unfinished Country (1959).)
Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 76 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
The trouble is that no devastating or redeeming fires have ever burnt in my life.... My life began by flickering out.
(Ivan Goncharov (1812-1891), Russian novelist. Oblomov, in Oblomov, pt. 2, ch. 4 (1859), trans. by David Magarshak (1954).)
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
(Pierre Corneille (1606-1684), French playwright. Sertorius, in Sertorius, act 1, sc. 3 (1662).)