Bonfire Quotes

“When the bonfire of love still smolders in the wake of emotional convulsions, seeds of regret and remorse may endlessly linger about on the path of life. ("Taken for a ride)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles
and ghosts of men, and spirits
behind those birds of flame.

I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes,
I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.”
― Ada Limon

“It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted to “socialize” at the bonfire, but she wanted to broadcast to the general population that her antisocial behavior was a personal choice not a sentence to social leprosy.”
― J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness

“We dare not talk of the darkness for fear it will infect us.
We dare not talk of the fire, for fear it will destroy us.
And so we live in the half-light,
Like our mothers before us.

Come to the fire,
Feel it warm your skin.
Come to the fire,
Feel it burn in your belly,
Shine out through your eyes.
Come dance in the fire,
Let it fuel your prayers.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman

“Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I crouched as close as I dared and listened to its voice, a whispered howl of joy and rage.”
― Dan Wells, I Am Not a Serial Killer

“The flames of the luau bonfire burned brightly. Sparks flew into the sky and disappeared before they reached the stars above. Near the horizon, the moon was large and round and flawless as porcelain.”
― Victoria Kahler, Capturing the Sunset

“The grille of the Caddie plunged right into the middle of the bonfire, scattering smoke and flames and bones to the wind. The Cadillac finally bounced and jolted to a stop among a rain of burning human skulls.

The voice of John Fogerty garbled and died. The driver's door opened and John flung himself out, clutching a sawed-off shotgun. He screamed, 'DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME FUCKING PRISON BREAK WITH A SIDE OF SHOTGUN?”
― David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders

“Things dead and buried are best left that way. They don't look none too pretty when they come up.”
― Krysten Ritter, Bonfire

“I’ve gotten the short end of so many sticks that I could start a bonfire.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Edward Campbell Lowe was a radical in his blood and in his bones... his maternal grandfather had famously made a bonfire with a valuable portrait of the Marquess of Bute because, he had declared, it was more than a man could stomach to encounter a Tory every morning before breakfast.”
― Clare Clark, Beautiful Lies

“Knowledge and education are the key to this human tragedy which is a bonfire of hate fueled by ignorance.”
― Christina Engela, Fearotica: An Anthology of Erotic Horror

“SUBJECT: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

How about making sure that you won't burn down the grounds in the process?! How about ASKING your neighbors if they'll mind having five hundred students in their streets until three in the morning?

I know damn well that this was not a "team" idea and whenever KYLE and GRAYSON want to own up to this shit, I'll reduce the extra five daily miles you all now owe me, to three miles.

I'm waiting.

--Coach Whitten
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SUBJECT: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

It was me, Coach.

Grayson had nothing to do with it this time. He didn't even show up. Speaking of which--

Dude, where were you? I fucked like three girls from the bonfire. You probably could've hooked up with at least five. I don't think I'll need another blowjob for a month after how amazing these were.

PS--Are you back at our apartment yet? I need to tell you these stories in person when Coach isn't acting like this shit is a big deal.

--Kyle

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SUBJECT: RE RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

Kyle,

Meet me in my office at the complex NOW.

--Coach Whitten

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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

I meant to send that last part to just Grayson. Not to you, Coach. Can I come in a few hours? I mean, now that you've read what I said, surely you understand how exhausted I am. Three girls, Coach, THREE.

--Kyle

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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ...

Right. Fucking. NOW.

--Coach Whitten”
― Whitney G., On a Tuesday

“Luke dug up a bottle of port from the Citizen's dusty Cask of Amontillado wine cellar, and took turns sipping from the bottle with Sunshine while River and I gathered dried-out driftwood into a pile and set it on fire. I'd found an old camping grill in the basement while Luke was looking for the wine, and River made grilled cheese, tomato, and mustard sandwiches for lunch.”
― April Genevieve Tucholke, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

“Sorry for the scare," Elinor gently told mothers as she handed out cakes and meat from the baskets.
"Thank you for your service," Fergus roared at fathers, handing out oats and salt and candles.
"These are my favorite," Merida added, giving the children some of Aileen's ginger biscuits. "They bite you back."
Through it all, the triplets kept singing lustily as they threw candies at other boys, and eventually the villagers joined in, too, with the familiar old songs. As the stars shone hard and cold above, Gille Peter and the others put out wood and set the big Christmas bonfire alight at the end of the main street. They'd brought enough timber to burn a bonfire straight through to the late winter dawn, and soon, dozens of people were gathered around it, singing and laughing, voices raised high and joyful, all of it a bulwark against the dark and cold and loneliness and violence.
Magic, magic, magic.
A very different type of magic than the Cailleach's or Ferdach's. A magic that Merida liked an awful lot. The mundane, generous magic of her family.
She liked them an awful lot.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“Be a candle in the dark,’ they say. I don’t want to be a candle. I want to be a bonfire.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---cit was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---it was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever