Paul Klee Quotes

It takes two flints to make a fire.

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash.

Fire, even if put on head, burns only.

The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.

The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.

Fire is one of my temperaments. It is behind all my work... Fire is a chemical presence.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

At forty-five degrees, the sky will burn. Fire to approach the great new city; in an instant, a great scattered flame will leap up, when one will want to get evidence from the Normans.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.

Greene wood makes a hott fire.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

If there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall come that shall set it on fire.

It's funny how a flame can only burn your hand if you move too slow, you can tease it all you want and it never gets you, if your quick enough.

A thing of orchestrated hell-a terrible symphony of light and flame.

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.

Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.

Anger is like fire. It burns all clean.

About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.

Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!

All I heard was the blood rushing through my ears, and the distant rumble and crackle of the Lake of Fire. (And Khufu scratching himself and grunting, but that was nothing new.)