I did learn a lot from ‘Things We Lost in the Fire,’ but I’ve learned different things from different films.
The bad news is that 50 people died in a hotel fire; the good news is that we got exclusive footage.
I’m still a political revolutionary. The fire never went out of me, but perceptions and realizations change.
I wanted to quit Nichia. I didn’t care about anything. It was OK for them to fire me. I was not afraid of anything.
When the principles that run against your deepest convictions begin to win the day, then the battle is your calling, and peace has become sin. You must at the price of dearest peace lay your convictions bare before friend and enemy with all the fire of your faith.
Get excited and enthusiastic about you own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire – you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away.
I believe to go along to get along is unpatriotic. I believe that agreeing with your government on everything they do is unpatriotic. I believe a patriot stands up and holds your government’s feet to the fire. Because if you do that, you will get good government.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
Learn the Constitution. Then when someone wants to be elected, hold their feet to the fire and make them follow it because that’s what we need to get back to. It works so well when we follow it.
Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn.
I’ve got friends who are pyrotechnics who do big fire shows, so I’m really fascinated by that.
At the end of the day, I have one job requirement right now that’s been given to me by the Republican Party and, I think, the American people, and that’s to fire Nancy Pelosi.
I sail, run dogs, ride horses, play professional poker and tell stories about the stuff I’ve been through. And I’m still a romantic; I still want Bambi to make it out of the fire.
Over the years, more than one reviewer has described my fantasy series, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’, as historical fiction about history that never happened, flavoured with a dash of sorcery and spiced with dragons. I take that as a compliment.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
When there is an accident involving fire, in most cases death is caused by the inhalation of the toxic smoke. What we need is air to go to a driver for 45 seconds. I’m surprised that this is not done, and I would make it compulsory.
The fact that we can’t easily foresee clues that would betray an intelligence a million millennia farther down the road suggests that we’re like ants trying to discover humans. Ask yourself: Would ants ever recognize houses, cars, or fire hydrants as the work of advanced biology?
You fall out of your mother’s womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
The deepest and most sincere feeling I get is when I meet an artist and they have that steel in their eyes and they have that fire and that passion and all they want is to be a star and to hear themselves on the radio.
Life has taught me to be very cautious of a man with a dream, especially a man who has teetered on the edge of life. It gives a fire and recklessness inside that is hard to quantify.
The U.S. army confirmed that it gave a lucrative fire fighting contract in Iraq to the firm once run by the Vice President Dick Cheney without any competitive bidding. When asked if this could be conceived as Cheney’s friends profiting from the war, the spokesman said ‘Yes.’
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
I’ve had tons of odd jobs, but I think that I would probably be a fireman because you get to see the results of your job. You get there and there is a house on fire. You leave and there’s not a fire anymore.
May nothing entice me till I happily make my way to Jesus Christ! Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs – let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.
I never set fire to a piano. I’d like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn’t any good.
Hopefully, some supervillain threat will come down, and we will have to unite as a species and fire our nukes into the sun or something.
We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
Theater in New York is nearer to the street. In London, you have to go deep into the building, usually, to reach the place where theater happens. On Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk, and you’re lucky if the sound of a police car doesn’t rip the envelope twice a night.
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.
Ever since we invented fire and the wheel, we’ve been demonstrating both our ability and our inherent desire to fix things that we don’t like about ourselves and our environment.
I’m not trying to set the world on fire; I just want to make really beautiful clothes that women want to wear, can afford, and can really see themselves in.
I don’t take on a project unless I know the end result is going to make me happy. If I can’t give 100 percent to something, I choose not to do it because it’s very difficult to have so many pots on the fire at one time.
We enter the government essentially in a hotel that is on fire. We’re throwing people from the windows into the pool to save their lives and this is the evaluation of the Olympic diving committee: Well, the splash was too big.
When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they’re standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures.
In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified.
My husband and I met in a house fire, basically.
Conspiracies fascinate me. When I visited the Rozabal shrine in Srinagar before writing my first book, I remember thinking that the person enshrined there was no ordinary mortal. History is rife with mysteries, and that visit ignited a fire to unveil some of them.
We live in such a consumer-based world. Everything we do, someone else has provided for us, so there is something really empowering about knowing that once I have found the right pieces of wood, I can start a fire and keep myself warm and skin an animal to eat and make its skin into leather.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
When I was 6 years old, we were lighting firecrackers in the backyard and started a fire. My brother ran out and was pulling water from the creek and pouring it on the fire with a 7-Eleven Big Gulp cup.
I would watch Gonzalez play and he mesmerized you. It would be like looking into the flame of a fire. You know you couldn’t take your eyes off him because you never knew what he would do next.
Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke.
I am like a man so busy in letting rooms in one end of his house, that he can’t stop to put out the fire that is burning the other.
I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did – or did not do – to put the fire out in Africa. History, like God, is watching what we do.
A great war shall burst forth from fishes of steel. Machines of flying fire, lobsters, grasshoppers, mosquitoes. The mass attacks shall be repulsed in the woods, when no child in Germany shall obey any longer.
Even in moments of tranquility, Murray Walker sounds like a man whose trousers are on fire.
It’s the little details I love. How to fletch your arrows with owl feathers, because owls fly silently, so maybe your arrows will, too. How to carry fire in a piece of smouldering fungus wrapped in birchbark. These are the things which help a world come alive.
If your parents gave you fire to play with when you were two, you’d be standing in fire by the time you were an adult.
The kind of event on a conveyor belt that causes a fire occurs in a variety of industrial environments, not uniquely in coal environments.
Fire Island Pines is my perfect escape from N.Y.C. on weekends. Beautiful beaches, great restaurants, and fun people – exactly what I need after a crazy New York week.
‘St. Elmo’s Fire’ is one of my favorite films. I like the storytelling of those teenage American films. You don’t get that now. Teenage American movies are all about sick jokes, puking a lot, arse jokes.
Barbara Stanwyck movies drove me nuts, like ‘Ball of Fire’ and ‘Double Indemnity.’ I used to go cuckoo when I would see those films.
The word was enough. It ran like fire along the line, from man to man, and rose into a shout, with which they sprang forward upon the enemy, now not 30 yards away.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
‘The Crumbling of America’ should be required viewing for local and national government, not to mention the local and national media who should be keeping their feet to the fire on guarding against disaster.
