Emily Dickinson Quotes

Fire—without hatred.

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

Spontaneous combustion IS a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

Your life sparks fires from within your innermost temple. No one can reach there but you, it is your inner sanctum. You are your own master there, only you can reach and ignite the fire.

Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.

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

You cannot use someone else's fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.

Within the heart of every person exists the flame of wisdom that transforms all suffering into kindling for the fire of creative energy.

Is not Fire a Body heated so hot as to emit Light copiously? For what else is a red hot Iron than Fire? And what else is a burning Coal than red hot Wood?

The best way I have ever found to fill that hole is not to seek external motivations to fill the emptiness, but to ignite the internal fire that will never go out. To light up my own inner sky.

Wit is brushwood; judgment, timber; the one gives the greatest flame, the other yields the most durable heat; and both meeting make the best fire.

The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all the observations and all the efforts of philosophers ought to turn towards this ME, the centre and moving power of our sentiments and our ideas.

All I can say about my mind is that, like a fire carefully laid by a good housemaid, it is one that any match will light.

[...] each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves

I would be consumed by you,' she said, and blinked her eyes furiously when she felt them fill with tears. 'You would sap all the energy and all the joy from me. You would put out all the fire of my vitality.' 'Give me a chance to fan the flames of that fire,' he said, 'and to nurture your joy.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.

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

Sometimes you don't need lightning to start a fire. Sometimes, it builds on its own.

I feel the flame of eternity in my soul.

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