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.
I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
Like stones rolling down hills, fair ideas reach their objectives despite all obstacles and barriers. It may be possible to speed or hinder them, but impossible to stop them.
There has to be that feeling in a good villain - that he's awesome, he has his own power; that he is, in several senses, unstoppable.
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.
A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
