Top 1200 Forest Fires Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

The fires of suffering become the light of consciousness.

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.

Husbands are like fires - they go out when unattended.

People and nations are forged in the fires of adversity.

Gifford Pinchot points out that in colonial and pioneer days the forest was a foe and an obstacle to the settler. It had to be cleared away... But [now] as a nation we have not yet come to have a proper respect for the forest and to regard it as an indispensable part of our resources-one which is easily destroyed but difficult to replace; one which confers great benefits while it endures, but whose disappearance is accompanied by a train of evil consequences not readily foreseen and positively irreparable.

A critic is a soldier that fires on his own men.

Winning fires me up.

Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.

Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me

Let's kick the tires and light the fires, big daddy.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.

When I was a kid I thought I saw a ghost in the forest when I was on a bush walk, like a walk through the forest. I saw something weird pass from one side of the track to the other, and it was sort of a white, blurry... it's hard to describe, really, something that was almost see-through but it just moved in front of me. It was definitely something you could tell was there, and it really freaked me out. I think I was probably 10, and I ran all the way home.

Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.

Orthodoxy cannot afford to put out the fires of hell.

If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

With bombs and fires, you get only one mistake.

History is an alternating series of frying pans and fires.

The more everyone tries to do their own job, that's when the team fires on all cylinders.

We can take from the past its fires, and not its ashes.

Al Davis fires everybody.

All fires burn out at last.

We invented the Black Forest trifle. It's got all the flavours of the Black Forest Gateau but in a trifle, using chocolate custard. You've got your kirsch, your cherries, the chocolate custard, the sponge and the cream.

God hides the fires of hell within paradise.

Three fires is the international distress signal.

A soul is forged in the fires of adversity, not comfort.

I try to put out fires when bizarre rumors get started.

A man doesn't have to be alive to start the fires of revolution.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

My sense is that the most under-appreciated-and perhaps most under-researched-linkages between forests and food security are the roles that forest-based ecosystem services play in underpinning sustainable agricultural production. Forests regulate hydrological services including the quantity, quality, and timing of water available for irrigation. Forest-based bats and bees pollinate crops. Forests mitigate impacts of climate change and extreme weather events at the landscape scale.

The parochial snobbery of these people was partly responsible for their failure to convert the Indians. Probably they also preferred to take land from heathens rather than from fellow Christians. At any rate, very few Indians were converted, and the Salem folk believed that the virgin forest was the Devil's last preserve, his home base and the citadel of his final stand. To the best of their knowledge the American forest was the last place on earth that was not paying homage to God.

My mother always said that the strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell.

Fires of suffering and strife are raging around the world.

A match made in heaven set the fires in hell.

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind. I found cheerfulness to be like life itself - not to be created by any argument. Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill. So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing in the forest.

My joy burns brighter when I tend to the glowing hearth fires of home.

The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.

My normal routine is pretty much putting out fires all day.

Whatever inspires you fires you.

I've been in a lot of fires.

Under the skin, intense fires burn.

Out of the fires of desperation burn hope and solidarity.

The mind serves to know the truth that fuels the fires of the heart.

Commit yourself to an organization or cause that genuinely fires you up.

As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.

A cannon fires only once but words detonate across centuries

Now when you cut a forest, an ancient forest in particular, you are not just removing a lot of big trees and a few birds fluttering around in the canopy. You are drastically imperiling a vast array of species within a few square miles of you. The number of these species may go to tens of thousands. Many of them are still unknown to science, and science has not yet discovered the key role undoubtedly played in the maintenance of that ecosystem, as in the case of fungi, microorganisms, and many of the insects.

Real faith is refined in the fires and storms of pain.

Virtually, Finnish woods are stripped so bare, so sold out and first and foremost, so long way off from genuine diverse natural forest, that the resources of language will not permit excessive words. Finnish forest economy has been compared to the ravaging of rain forests. Nevertheless, the noteworthy difference is that there is a half or two thirds left from rain forests, but from Finnish forests there is left - excluding arctic Lapland - 0,6 per cent.

To stimulate wildly weak and untrained minds is to play with mighty fires.

If you go into a forest of film stories, you never can get right through the forest straight ahead; you always have to make some U-turns or whatever, because there's some trees in the way. And that's what I'm doing. Sometimes, as an actor, if you make only these intellectual, wonderful films, which I love, from time to time you have to make a film like Armageddon so people see that you're still around.

He shrugged. "I was...thinking." "About what?" "The fires of purgatory." She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife." She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue. He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her. "And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

Many fires burn below the surface.

Keep up the fires of thought, and all will go well.