#fire

Divine fires do not blaze each day, but an artist functions in their afterglow hoping for their recurrence. ↗

— Ned Rorem

#artist #blaze #day #divine #each

We have to make a determination of what the minimum standards are for police, fire and emergency services in all of America's major cities. Once we determine that, then we can decide what the funding is. ↗

— Warren Rudman

#cities #decide #determination #determine #emergency

And new people come in, and it doesn't go along with their politics, and they fire me, end the column, silence a voice in Los Angeles. They can't silence it nationally, but they are able to do it there. ↗

— Robert Scheer

#along #angeles #column #come #end

Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must first set yourself on fire. ↗

— Fred Shero

#fire #first #must #result #set

"Yes we can" always struck many as a naive and childish chant, like something ripped off from the Camp Fire Girls. ↗

— Craig Shirley

#camp #chant #childish #fire #like

What have I done to anger you, mate?” “That. That’s what you did. I’m not your mate.” He leaned in close and ran his nose up her neck, inhaling a deep breath. “Yes, you are,” he whispered next to her ear. ↗

— Virginia Cavanaugh

#erotic #romance #shifter #the-fire-inside #anger

Bhikkus, all is burning. And what is the all that is burning? The eye is burning, visible forms are burning, eye-consciousness is burning, eye-contact is burning; also whatever is felt as pleasant or painful or neither-painful-nor-pleasant that arises with eye-contact as its condition, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of greed, with the fire of hate, with the fire of delusion, with birth, ageing and death, with sorrow, with lamentation, with pain, grief and despair it is burning. ↗

— The Buddha's Fire Sermon

#enlightenment #fire #fire-sermon #philosophy #religion

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there. ↗

— Maria Callas

#artist #born #dear #even #fireworks

Losing your love hurts more than playing with fire. ↗

— Leydi Morfa

#fire #lilly-flame #love #romance #love

Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too Shiver now, 'tis nothing new. More than I, if truth were told, Have stood and sweated hot and cold, And through their veins in ice and fire Fear contended with desire. Agued once like me were they, But I like them shall win my way Lastly to the bed of mould Where there's neither heat nor cold. But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#death #desire #fear #fight #fire