A Quote by George R. R. Martin

Fire consumes, but cold preserves. — © George R. R. Martin
Fire consumes, but cold preserves.
The inner master, when confronted with an obstacle, uses it as fuel, like a fire which consumes things that are thrown into it. A small lamp would be snuffed out, but a big fire will engulf what is thrown at it and burn hotter; it consumes the obstacle and uses it to reach a higher level.
Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Contentment preserves one from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well dressed ever caught a cold? No, not even when she had scarcely a rag on her back.
Revenge is the raging fire that consumes the arsonist.
The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes.
A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.
Love is a delicious experience, it's the fire that consumes, it's Divine Wine, rapture for the one who drinks it.
Our God is a consuming fire. He consumes pride, lust, materialism, and other sin.
Man must have fires in his life: Fire of love; fire of work; fire of doing kindness... Without fires, man is just a cold rock!
The poet craves emotion, and feeds the fire that consumes him, and only under this condition is he baptized with creative power.
While a people preserves its language; it preserves the marks of liberty.
I keep reading that I'm cold. But I'm not, I'm shy. And I play a lot of women of fire and sexuality like an animal - so I'm cold on one side and fiery on the other.
What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients.
The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent, not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.
The woman who too easily and ardently yielded her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright fire, soon consumes itself.
Fire up your heart for the wind is getting cold, now it always gets cold for the riders of the night. When you carry that dream when you know what lonesome is looking for a home like a bird in flight.
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