#fire

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #manifestation

Now let's move on to the subject of how a real man treats his wife. A real man doesn't slap even a ten-dollar hooker around, if he's got any self respect, much less hurt his own woman. Much less ten times over the mother of his kids. A real man busts his ass to feed his family, fights for them if he has to, dies for them if he has to. And he treats his wife with respect every day of his life, treats her like a queen - the queen of the home she makes for their children. ↗

— S.M. Stirling

#domestic-violence #emberverse #stirling #family

You can't take the sky from me. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#freedom #human-spirit #lyrics #music #possibilities

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#friendship #george-r-r-martin #summer #winter #friendship

The point of life isn't to avoid pain. The point of life is to be alive! To feel things. That means the good and the bad. There'll be pain. But also joy, and friendship and love. And it's worth it, believe me. ↗

— John Stephens

#life #love #pain #sorrow #the-fire-chronicle

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#fire #funny #games #hunger #funny

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us. ↗

— Jennifer Estep

#fire #gin-blanco #humor #humor

I forced myself to breathe deeply; perhaps they would have vanished. Perhaps I'd been imagining them because Brae was gone and I was scared without him, and now that he was back I'd feel safe enough again that they would go away. Perhaps it was just paint or something and would have been washed out by the sea spray earlier. I breathed again, feeling much calmer and then, slowly, opened my eyes. ↗

— Heather James

#fire #hair #jasmine #imagination

While I was looking the other way your fire went out Left me with cinders to kick into dust What a waste of the wonder you were In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine At the disgrace of a waste of a life ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#fire #poem #sad #life

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#crazy #excitement #fireworks #hyper #life