Francis Thompson Quotes

When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled before the mysteries of faith just as she grew ever more restive under discipline, which was antipathetic to her nature.

Really to see the sun rise or go down every day, so to relate ourselves to a universal fact, would preserve us sane forever.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Kunlun Mountain Over the earth the greenblue monster Kunlun who has seen all spring color and passion of men. Three million dragons of white jade soar and freeze the whole sky with snow. When a summer sun heats the globe rivers flood and men turn into fish and turtles. Who can judge a thousand years of accomplishments or failures?

In July the Sun is hot. Is it shining? No, it's not!

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

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

I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

For me dancing is not just moving your arms and legs but basically it's a very spiritual experience. It's part of me and a second nature to me. You can say it is in my blood.

This is the fairest picture on our planet, the most enchanting to look upon, the most satisfying to the eye and spirit. To see the sun sink down, drowned in his pink and purple and golden floods, and overwhelm Florence with tides of color that make all the sharp lines dim and faint and turn the solid city to a city of dreams, is a sight to stir the coldest nature, and make a sympathetic one drunk with ecstasy.

I believe fervently in the nature, in truth and imagination, I believe in the blood, in life, words, and motivations.