Best taste & fire Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“I was a poet too; but modern taste Is so refined and delicate and chaste, That verse, whatever fire the fancy warms, Without a creamy smoothness has no charms. Thus, all success depending on an ear, And thinking I might purchase it too dear, If sentiment were sacrific'd to sound, And truth cut short to make a period round, I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse Than caper in the morris-dance of verse.”

Source: Poems ... With a sketch of his life and a vindication of his religious principles and character. Third edition, corrected and enlarged. [With a portrait.]

“My family dumplings are sleek and seductive, yet stout and masculine. They taste of meat, yet of flour. They are wet, yet they are dry. They have weight, but they are light. Airy, yet substantial. Earth, air, fire, water; velvet and elastic! Meat, wheat and magic! They are our family glory!”

Light Earth Water Fire Magic Air Food Taste Glory My Family Weight Cooking Our Family Meat Dry Culinary Wet Masculine Wheat Seductive Velvet Airy Flour Stout Dumplings

Author:Robert P. T. Coffin

“Horror grows impatient, rhetorically, with the Stoic fatalism of Ecclesiastes. That we are all going to die, that death mocks and cancels every one of our acts and attainments and every moment of our life histories, this knowledge is to storytelling what rust is to oxidation; the writer of horror holds with those who favor fire. The horror writer is not content to report on death as the universal system of human weather; he or she chases tornadoes. Horror is Stoicism with a taste for spectacle.”

Humans Moments Dies Grows Fire Our Lives Taste Horror Universal Favors Storytelling Weather Reports Stoicism Impatient Attainment Rust Stoic Tornadoes Fatalism Ecclesiastes

Author:Michael Chabon

“Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons who have acquired some knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, andhave an inclination for whatever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are beautiful souls, and whether their own acts are like fair pictures, you learn that they are selfish and sensual. Their cultivation is local, as if you should rub a log of dry wood in one spot to produce fire, all the rest remaining cold.”

Source: The Portable Emerson: New Edition

“Profound meditation in solitude and silence frequently exalts the mind above its natural tone, fires the imagination, produces the most refined and sublime conceptions. The soul then tastes the purest and most refined delight, and almost loses the idea of existence in the intellectual pleasure it receives. The mind on every motion darts through space into eternity; and raised, in its free enjoyment of its powers by its own enthusiasm, strengthens itself in the habitude of contemplating the noblest subjects, and of adopting the most heroic pursuits.”

“We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection... We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it...to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely... When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking... I feel I lose my fire and my color.”

World Feels Writing Moments Able Speak Loses Teach Records Fire Our Lives Journey Awareness Color Taste Lonely Our World Labyrinth Shrinking Awareness Of Life

Author:Anais Nin

“'Fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming.”

Thinking Knows Men World Firsts Looks Doe Matter Reality Earth Remember Names Water Forget Fire Air Taste First Time Transformation Fellows Lips Esteem Look Up Air And Water Words Matter

Author:Roger Zelazny

“If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.”

Ifs World Would Be Fire Taste Pure Ideals England If I Could Refinement Ideal World Elizabethan Georgians

Author:H. P. Lovecraft

“The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.”

World Ends Fire Sweet Taste Smoke Visible Hypocrisy Manifest Flattery

Book:The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi

Source: The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi

“That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.”

Knows Kind Made Enough Lasts Guy Fire Rocks Taste Perfection Eternity Paid Stealing Tenderness Eagles Rest Of Your Life Liver Every Second Chained

Book:Paint It Black

Source: Paint It Black

“You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.”

Ifs Way Feels Heart Children Art Made Soul Together Speak Simple Space Forever Fire Dying Taste Praise Cooking Miserable Admiration Ashes Apes Scrap Stew Heart To Heart Simple Ways

Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“You smoke? (Randy) Only when I’m on fire. (Steele) I don’t appreciate your humor, Mr. Steele. (Randy) I’m an acquired taste. (Steele)”

Fire Taste Appreciate Smoke Randy Acquired Taste

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon

“I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.”

Next Fire Doors Taste Boxes Clubs Factories Cigarette Candy Tire Puff Malediction

Author:Richard Kadrey

“No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.”

Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings

“I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.”

Thinking Want I Can Waiting Fire Blood Drink Taste Skins Want Me Exhausted Juice

Book:Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

Source: Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

“God is love. I don't say the heart doesn't feel a taste of it, but what a taste. The smallest glass of love mixed with a pint pot of ditch-water. We wouldn't recognize that love. It might even look like hate. It would be enough to scare us - God's love.”

“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.”

Feels Happens Form Black Realizing Loss Grief Fire Regret Like You Sorrow Taste Angel Let Me Fingers Spread Cooks Substance Thick Ashes Dip Dissolving Syrup

Author:Jodi Picoult

“At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?”

Long Body Hands Beautiful Night Fall Water Fire Happened Cold Drink Taste Long Time Rain Stones Bones Waking Beautiful Things Whispering Ponds Deep Inside Dip

Book:New and Selected Poems, Volume One

Source: New and Selected Poems, Volume One

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