Flames Quote by Escape The Fate

I always drive men insane. I must be a superior being as to have such a power on them.

— Yamilka Noa

I think, like, '70s filmmaking in general was really huge for me because I was like, these men are insane. They're making these crazy…

— Nia DaCosta

Willpower is the fuel that runs human life; Like a driver in a computer application, Or Operating System in cyber programme, Willpower works life…

— Praveen Kumar

The fire inside people is like a match; the way to ignite that flame is initially through friction, then other matches are lit through…

— Stephen Covey

I have been much amused at ye singular phenomena resulting from bringing of a needle into contact with a piece of amber or resin…

— Isaac Newton

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to…

— Jack Kerouac

A thing of orchestrated hell-a terrible symphony of light and flame.

— Edward R. Murrow

The sectaries of a persecuted religion, depressed by fear, animated with resentment, and perhaps heated by enthusiasm, are seldom in a proper temper of…

— Edward Gibbon

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as…

— Theodore Dreiser

I hate playing games. I want love where there's actual flames.

— Anonymous

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into…

— Erich Maria Remarque

Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that…

— Elizabeth Gaskell

I'm a candle flame that sways in currents of air you can't see. You need to be the one who steadies me to burn.

— Nadine Gordimer

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

— Michael W. Smith

Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes…

— John Armstrong