Top 79 Black Fire Quotes
#1. I clench my teeth and push forward. My pen grinds out the first and eldest word: an Ink-borne lance of black fire, scratched into a sheet of ice.
-The Penitent God
S.G. Night
#2. Forest who is in love with fire will wear black wedding gown in her wedding.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#3. If we must encounter each other, let's do it the old way - in the dark, by the fire, our breaths bated, the world a big black mystery beyond us.
Meghan Tifft
#4. Wind comes in, your candle tips over and flares up, and a loose tent-flap catches fire, and through the widening black-edged gap you can see the eyes of the howlers, red and shining in the light from your burning paper shelter, but you keep on writing anyway because what else can you do?
Margaret Atwood
#5. We find out soon enough that the universe is not capricious: the child who learns that fire burns and knife-edges cut know that there are inexorable limits set upon his desires. Language must conform to the discovered regularities and irregularities of experience.
Max Black
#6. Between the whiskers scraggling down his neck and the now-crooked glasses, he could have been the Black Allen Ginsberg.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#7. She smiled at him, that same look of shared understanding, then reached in again to touch his hand, pinching his palm between her thumb and index finger. 'You OK?'
'I could be on fire, but seeing you would make it all OK,' he replied, his voice as brittle as a three-pack-a-day smoker.
Sean Black
#8. Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.
Naomi Wood
#9. Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.
Annie Proulx
#10. With widened eyes she stumbled backwards, not able to take her gaze from the flames engulfing the wooden shed right in front of them, wrapping it into their embrace before taking it over. Black parts of smutted wood started to glow, welcoming the tongues of fire that devoured the shed inch by inch.
Jessica Werner
#11. Did you know, and this is a fact here, did you know that most spiders are ugly? It's true. The woman spiders have it really hard time of it. I saw it on a documentary. Why do you think the Black Widow kills the guy she mates with? Shame, that's why - Tanith Low
Derek Landy
#12. And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
Black Elk
#13. You've been popping into the fire every hour?' Harry said, half laughing.
'Just for a few seconds to check if the coast was clear.
J.K. Rowling
#14. a White breathing fire on a group of Spoiled kneeling in obvious supplication. An egg bathed in fire and cracking open to reveal the screaming infant Black inside, the flames fading to reveal an old man in a robe staring down at the fledgling drake with the expression of a proud father.
Anthony Ryan
#15. I stand before you,
naked as clear water.
To be with you,
in blood and soul
into your fire storm.
Even at your
darkest when your
heart is a Black Forest,
I stand with commitment .
Joyce Carol Oates
#16. The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.
George R R Martin
#17. His uniform sleeve was burned away and his arm seemed to be glowing from the inside, like a piece of kindling in a fire.
Fire wants to burn, Call thought.
Holly Black
#18. [W]e are the heirs of a past of rope, fire, and murder. I for one am not ashamed of this past. My shame is for those who became so inhuman that they could inflict this torture upon us.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#19. These words are my mother's,
my father's, my brother's, my lender's, my garbage
man's - the poem runs
like oil on fire
beneath this earth where we know each other.
Witness the black smoke everywhere.
B.J. Ward
#20. Every time a boy falls off a tricycle, every time a black cat has gray kittens, every time someone stubs a toe, every time there's a murder or a fire or the marines land in Nicaragua, the police and the newspapers holler 'get Capone.'
Al Capone
#21. You should have heard the boatman who brought me up here from the Glades. Fire in the northern sky, lights in the marshes, a black dog heard barking through the night. Doesn't occur to anyone to wonder how exactly you can tell it's a black dog just from the fucking bark it makes.
Richard K. Morgan
#22. Heart cannot think what outrage and what cries, with black smoke and flashing fire, the beast threw forth, turning the whole world to darkness.
Margaret Hodges
#23. My struggle has allowed me to transcend that sense of shame and stigma identified with my being a Black gay man. Having come through the fire, they can't touch me.
Marlon Riggs
#24. How close, Frost?"
"Real close, boss. I swear on my life."
Joker slowly looked up, eyes glistening with black hope. The fire in his madness was still burning.
"If you're going to swear, swear on something that matters.
Marv Wolfman
#25. The South: Three-wheeled Piggly Wiggly shopping carts, grease-caked engine blocks, baby strollers with shredded black hoods, Soviet rocket parts, human skulls on spikes and orange-eyed Rottweilers on heavy chains breathing fire...
Sean Condon
#26. One pounding coffeebeans in a buckskin with a rock while the others stared into the fire with eyes as black as gunbores.
Cormac McCarthy
#27. You're playing with fire askin' that question, darlin'."
"Why's that?"
"'Cause my very explicit answer would make you blush like a virgin and run screamin' for the Black Hills.
Lorelei James
#28. All elements have a counterweight. Fire is the counterweight of water. Air is the counterweight of earth. The counterweight of chaos is the soul.
Holly Black
#29. When you observe that the fire in your room is getting dull, you do not always put on more coal, but simply stir with the poker; so God often uses the black poker of adversity in order that the flames of devotion may burn more brightly.
Arthur W. Pink
#30. There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world to shame. Black, silver, gold and moon-opal, night and sea, fire, earth, air and water.
Tanith Lee
#31. Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages, black.
Salman Rushdie
#32. Anya looked back to see a massive man standing by the fire. He had dark skin and black hair that fell to his waist. He had the deep amber eyes of a wolf and was naked. She averted her eyes. Maybe Yvan was right, maybe she really did have a problem with nakedness.
Amy Kuivalainen
#33. Sitting in an armchair under yellow lamplight in front of a black window in an apartment whose only other light was the milky rainbow of the Wurlitzer, Richard was like a giant, welcoming ear. Or a reflecting device, beaming her best self back at her.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#34. Sandals are made out of rubber, and when lit on fire burn black.
Joe Teti
#35. Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
Holly Black
#36. I always have humour in my action movies. I think characters that make jokes under fire are more real. It somehow helps put you in their shoes.
Shane Black
#37. Light slanting down across Alode the Cliff illuminated a hundred forests; the irradiated foliage seemed to glow with internal light: bitter lime, intense gray-blue given pointillist fire by scarlet seed-pots, dark umber, black-blue, black-green
Jack Vance
#38. Leaning in, he kisses her on the cheek. Like an old acquaintance, she thinks. As though there had never been any passion, nor love, nor rage, nor anything much, just some traces of innocuous familiarity between them. Live long enough, it seems, and every fire can burn itself out.
Robin Black
#39. You don't fight fire with fire. You fight fire with water. We're gonna fight racism with solidarity. We're not gonna fight capitalism with Black capitalism. We're gonna fight capitalism with socialism. Socialism is the people. If you're afraid of socialism, you're afraid of yourself.
Fred Hampton
#40. I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.
Chiara Cilli
#41. And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.
George R R Martin
#42. Is there a war on cops? Is there a war on the Black man? Who is going to call a cease fire?
Bobby F. Kimbrough Jr.
#43. Without a quest, life is quickly reduced to bleak black and wimpy white, a diet too bland to get anybody out of bed in the morning. A quest fuels our fire. It refuses to let us drift downstream gathering debris.
Charles R. Swindoll
#44. I was out of Hell Fire and my black market dealer was dead.
L.A. Kennedy
#45. It more or less has the shape of a love song, but 'Crescent Moon' reflects more my longing for an ancient romantic context that includes wild animals, fire, danger of death, stellar navigation, and seasonal intuition.
Frank Black
#46. You don't become the best if you aren't willing to stick your hand in the fire.
Rachel E. Carter
#47. I opened fire when the whole windshield was black with the enemy ... at minimum range ... it doesn't matter what your angle is to him or whether you are in a turn or any other maneuver.
Erich Hartmann
#48. In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
Cormac McCarthy
#49. It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
Kristin Cashore
#50. Those silent times, those times when I was one with the mountains, earth and the black stones that held fire - those times were the strength and joy of my life.
Sherryl Jordan
#51. It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind and say goodbye.
Kristin Cashore
#52. There was nothing there but black water and American fire power.
James Stockdale
#53. We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?
Thomas Carlyle
#54. Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
A.E. Housman
#55. But what of black women? ... I most sincerely doubt if any other race of women could have brought its fineness up through so devilish a fire.
W.E.B. Du Bois
#57. His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
George R R Martin
#58. Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
Aeschylus
#59. Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.
Stephen King
#60. I think when you see an aircraft fire, these angry, black puffs of smoke, knowing that one of them could kill you that you - you - you understand the seriousness of the mission. And you understand your own mortality.
George H. W. Bush
#61. Apparently zombie killing wears him out. I slip beneath my flannel covers and fire up my e-reader. I always said I wouldn't get one; that I would always continue the timeless tradition of holding a physical book within my hands, but I do have to
Lacey Black
#62. They're so broke that they've actually cut essential services. In many places, they've cut policemen, because, who the fuck needs them? Or firemen, son of a bitch, it's much more fun watching something burn down.
Lewis Black
#63. The sun burned like a fire ship on the water, sinking slowly till only a red smoke was left trailing up the sky. A fishing boat was headed into the harbor, black and small against the enormous west. Above its glittering wake a few gulls whirled like sparks which had gone out.
Ross Macdonald
#64. We've got to face the fact that some people say you fight fire best with fire, but we say you put fire out best with water. We say you don't fight racism with racism. We're gonna fight racism with solidarity.
Fred Hampton
#65. Aldrik - the crown prince, the future Emperor, Fire Lord, ruler of the Black Legion, sorcerer - was only a man. And men could be broken.
Elise Kova
#66. O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
James Weldon Johnson
#67. Do you repel pants? Do they actually jump off you?" Dove cringed as she noticed his black socks.
"Pants are afraid of my dick.
Debra Anastasia
#68. Despite my asbestos gloves,
the cough is filling me with black,
and a red powder seeps through my veins ...
Anne Sexton
#69. I am no earthling. I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake meteors for stars 'cause I can't hold
my liquor. But I can hold my breath and ascend
like wind to the black hole and play galaxophones
on the fire escape of your soul.
Saul Williams
#70. Air all around him, there was air in the water, all elements were one, fire and earth, air and water. All are but one thing, not four, not two, and not three, but one. He
Holly Black
#71. The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles Dickens
#72. Here's my definition of a great beach read - a fabulous story that sucks me in like a black hole and when it's over, it jettisons my bones across the galaxy with a hair on fire mission to convince everyone I know that they must read that book or they will die.
Dorothea Benton Frank
#73. A very loud popping sound echoed across the seminar room. Each graduate student gazed in complete and utter shock as they realized that Professor Emerson had snapped the whiteboard marker in two. Black ink spread across his fingers like a starless night, and his eyes ignited into an angry blue fire.
Sylvain Reynard
#74. The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.
Ray Bradbury
#75. Then the fire was shining on the hearth, the cold and the dark and the wild beasts were all shut out, and Jack the brindle bulldog and Black Susan the cat lay blinking at the flames in the fireplace. Ma sat in her rocking chair, sewing by the light
Laura Ingalls Wilder
#76. The large gray spiked form rising from the bottom of the picture is to me the symbol of death and ruin. And finally the black ovoid form is the symbol of fire, lava and destruction.
William Baziotes
#77. Some said America took a step forward electing a black president. In light of the unconstitutiona l expansion of powers, lack of transparency and fueling the fires of unrest that clearly hasn't been the case. Vote based on merits, not to fill a racial quota.
Denzel Washington
#78. Hath she her faults? I would you had them too. They are the fruity must of soundest wine; Or say, they are regenerating fire Such as hath turned the dense black element Into a crystal pathway for the sun.
George Eliot
#79. The first of all single colors is white ... We shall set down white for the representative of light, without which no color can be seen; yellow for the earth; green for water; blue for air; red for fire; and black for total darkness.
Leonardo Da Vinci
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