Mahmoud Ahmadinejad Quotes

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burnt!

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

Throw a theory into the fire; it only spoils life.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.

But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

...the heart is an organ of fire.

We’re burning,” Sadie pointed out helpfully. “Noticed!” I yelled back.

Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx is burning.

The entire cosmos is one vast burning bush, permeated by the fire of the divine power and glory

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.

Once you've got an inspired spark, you've got to strive. You've gotta keep putting wood on it, so they say, to keep it burning. But then there's the alchemist side of it, that's the fire that's burning but it don't burn.

Wavering and burning like a golden lie.

I burn the way money burns.

What I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I'm recycling.

Their bodies will be raised from the dead as vessels for the soul-vessels of wrath. The soul will breathe hell-fire, and smoke and coal will seem to hang upon its burning lips, yea the face, eyes, and ears will seem to be chimneys and vents for the flame, and the smoke of the burning , which God, by His breath, hath kindled therein, and upon, them, which will be held one in another, to the great torment and distress of each other.

Charity and devotion differ no more, the one from the other, than the flame from the fire.

If you aren't feeding the fire of anger or the fire of craving by talking to yourself, then the fire doesn't have anything to feed on.

Is it not common to say to a child, 'Put your finger in that candle, can you bear it even for one minute?' How then will you bear Hell-fire? Surely it would be torment enough to have the flesh burnt off from only one finger; what then will it be to have the whole body plunged into a lake of fire, burning with brimstone?

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

As a brave man goes into fire or flood or pestilence to save a human life, so a generous mind follows after truth and love, and is not frightened from the pursuit by danger or toil or obloquy.

Okay that’s it. Now I’m torching this. I just need to score a match.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.