A Quote by Pierre Corneille

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes. — © Pierre Corneille
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?
As fire is not extinguished by fire, so anger is not conquered by anger, but is made even more inflamed. But meekness often subdues even the most beastly enemies, softens them and pacifies them.
Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
I came to set fire to the earth. And I am watchful that the fire grow. May the fire of love grow in our hearts. May the fire of transformation glow in our movements. May the fire of purification burn away our sins. May the fire of justice guide our steps. May the fire of wisdom illuminate our paths. May the fire that spreads over the Earth never be extinguished.
Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.
How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?
People who fight fire with fire end up with only the ashes of their own integrity.
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.
Fighting fire with fire only gets you ashes!
In all parts of the Old World, as well as of the New, it was evident that Columbus had kindled a fire in every mariner's heart. That fire was the harbinger of a new era, for it was not to be extinguished.
Does the light of the lamp shine without losing its splendour until it is extinguished; and shall the truth which is in thee and justice and temperance be extinguished before thy death?
Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.
Feather to fire,fire to blood Blood to bone,bone to marrow Marrow to ashes,ashes to snow...
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