My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.
I am a fanatic! I feel a power within me. . . a fire that I may not quench, but must keep ablaze.
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
Godly enthusiasm is not a fire of our own kindling. . . If a man, however, has caught fire, let me not quench the Spirit by dampening the ardor of his pure devotion. Enthusiasm is not contrary to reason; it is reason - on fire.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
Four predictions of the Big Bang Theory have now been verified - surely enough to quench even the most biased critics.
How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal! How few have souls capable of so noble an undertaking!
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Religious fanaticism and hatred are a world-devouring fire, whose violence none can quench.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.
I'm looking for someone to quench my thirst-for all eternity" -Luna Maxwell
If we wish to quench our thirst, we must lay aside books which explain thirst and take a drink.
Do not become the slave of your model.
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
Whatever we attempt is a reflection of our inner thirst, which we hope to quench in all these external ways. What we are looking for lies within us, and if we gave out time and energy to an interior search, we would come across it much faster, since that is the only place where it is to be found.
Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?
I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.
Faith does not quench desire, but inflames it.