Wildfire Heart Quotes & Sayings

I think Kurt Cobain and Nirvana represent this giant wave that came crashing in and turned music on its head again, and there's definitely something to be said for that. — Pete Wentz

a single person whose heart is aflame with the love of God can create a wildfire that spreads far and wide — Rudy Rasmus

We buy a bottle of water in the city, where clean water comes out in its taps. You know, back in 1965, if someone said to the average person, 'You know in thirty years you are going to buy water in plastic bottles and pay more for that water than for gasoline?' Everybody would look at you like you're completely out of your mind. — Paul Watson

I went to a Catholic School, and underneath my school uniform, I wore a metal shirt. — George Stroumboulopoulos

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; — William Cullen Bryant

A holy war is a contradiction in terms. War dehumanizes, war diminishes, war debases all those who wage it. — Elie Wiesel

I don't want to spend my life doing jobs that I don't care about. — Steven Hill

For an idea ever to be fashionable is ominous, since it must afterwards be always old fashioned — George Santayana

Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until everything else dies. It's a heart little plant, that I'll give it. But it's gray and ugly and ticks love to hide in it. You ever seen a tick?" He glances over at me. The look on my face must be pretty appalled because suddenly he gives and uncomfortable cough and says quietly, "Sage does have a nice smell. — Cynthia Hand

Ours was a hard love. We'd fallen hard into it, and we'd fought hard to keep it. Our kind of love didn't ask nicely. It took. It ravaged. It consumed the heart whole and asked questions later. The rewards were soul-deep and all-consuming, sweeping through like a wildfire. — Meredith Wild

There is cold comfort to be drawn from the sure and certain knowledge that the correct way to deal with the problem you're facing in your job involves napalm, if — Charles Stross

Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart.
As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers.
"Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire. — Sarah J. Maas

Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim's lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here.
With this boy. In this moment. In this time.
And that her heart would never be lonely again. — Renee Ahdieh

Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery? — Mary Balogh

So she steeled herself. "I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it's mine," she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, "and it's time for me to tell it."
Rowan leaned back on the rock, bracing his palms behind him.
"Once upon a time," she said to him, to the world, to herself, "in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much."
And then she told him of the princess whose heart had burned with wildfire, of the mighty kingdom in the north, of its downfall and of the sacrifice of Lady Marion. — Sarah J. Maas

Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both. — Jacqueline Carey

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo. — Czeslaw Milosz

One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire. — Sarah J. Maas

Courage is a fickle creature. Just as you need it, it often makes excuses and rushes out of the room. — Janette Rallison

You trust God, and no matter what happens, you refuse to let your faith be shaken. — Patricia H. Rushford