Matthew Desmond Quotes

Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.

When we approached the target at half-past two, we stared silently into a sea of flames such as none of us had ever seen before …. In Belfast, there was not a large number of conflagrations, but just one enormous conflagration …

Often I have the impression that I am writing on paper that is already browning in the licks of the flames.

Fire—without hatred.

I grew up in Sedgefield, which is in the heart of the area along the Garden Route that has been ravaged by fire.

Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

The town caught fire in several places, shells crashed and burst, and solid shot rained like hail.

The house burned an hour before midnight on the last day of April. The wild, distant ringing of the fire bells woke George Hazard. He stumbled through the dark hallway, then upstairs to the mansion tower, and stepped outside into the narrow balcony.

The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out again later.

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.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?

The forest fire burns even tree like sandalwood.

The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

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

Flame is very near to smoke.

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

Fire, as we have learned to our cost, has an insatiable hunger to be fed. It is a nonliving force that can even locomote itself.

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion.

The four horsemen of the prairie are tornado, locust, drought, and fire, and the greatest of these is fire, a rider with two faces because for everything taken, it makes a return in equal measure.