Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
I’m a succubus. ” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t. ” “Yes, I am. ” “You aren’t. ” I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. “I am too. ” “No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don’t wear jeans and sweaters.
We age inevitably: The old joys fade and are gone: And at last comes equanimity and the flame burning clear.
I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.
Understanding created by the intellect cannot be acquired by means of the occult, only by the aid of the zodiac, bringing forth that small flame by whose light part of the future may be discerned.
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
The firmest of friendships have been formed in mutual adversity, as iron is most strongly united by the fiercest flame.
Science is the great antidote to the poison of enthusiasm and superstition.
I know the game, it's old and lame: You're holdin' a flame for my name and my fame. Livin' like Givens schemin' on Tyson, But she got lucky 'cause he was a nice one. But I ain't nice and I don't play that, If it ain't tax, I don't pay that.
Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.
You're here to sweat. This program is live. There's about one thousand million people watching you. So, you remember - one wrong word, one foolish gesture and your whole career could go down in flames. Hold that thought and have a nice night.
Life is like a flame that is always burning itself out.
For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence - their speech centres are destroyed - except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tied an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames lick his thighs. His flesh jerks in the fire with insect agony.
To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is: a mere candle.
Meditate on the horrors of Hell, which will last for eternity because of one easily-committed mortal sin. Try hard to be among the few who are chosen. Think of the eternal flames of Hell, and how few there are that are saved.
A person does not. . . stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourself exposed on his surface. . . but is a shadow which we can never succeed in penetrating. . . a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine, with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.
Some people ask who they are and expect their feelings to tell them. But feelings are flickering flames that fade after every fitful stimulus. Some people ask who they are and expect their achievements to tell them. But the things we accomplish always leave a core of character unrevealed. Some people ask who they are and expect visions of their ideal self to tell them. But our visions can only tell us what we want to be, not what we are
This life in us; however low it flickers or fiercely burns, is still a divine flame which no man dare presume to put out, be his motives never so humane and enlightened; To suppose otherwise is to countenance a death-wish; Either life is always and in all circumstances sacred, or intrinsically of no account; it is inconceivable that it should be in some cases the one, and in some the other.