Blazing – Page 2

There were five writers

There were five writers on Blazing Saddles. Dom DeLuise

Even the smallest act

Even the smallest act of discipleship or the tiniest ember of belief can become a blazing bonfire of a consecrated life. Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Blazing? Droplets of thoughts

Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don’t feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains! Deeba

I saw a point

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point. Dante Alighieri

So take seriously the

So take seriously the story that God has given you to live. It’s time to read your own life, because your story is the one that could set us all ablaze. Dan B. Allender

I think fear neutralizes alcohol, weakens its anesthetic power. It’s good for small fears; your boss, your wife, your bills, your dentist; all right then to take a drink. But for big ones it doesn’t do any good. Like water on blazing gasoline, it will only quicken and compound it. It takes sand, in the … Read more

Faith is not simply

Faith is not simply a patience that passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things – with resignations, yes, but above all, with blazing, serene hope. Corazon Aquino

You named your sword

You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword ‘Blazing Blade’ and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn’t you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination? Christopher Paolini

Christmas hath a darkness;

Christmas hath a darkness; Brighter than the blazing noon; Christmas hath a chillness Warmer than the heat of June, Christmas hath a beauty Lovelier than the world can show: For Christmas bringeth Jesus, Brought for us so low Christina Rossetti

Do you know what

Do you know what the lurid intermixture of complicated emotions produces, according to Nathaniel Hawthorne? That’s right, it produces the illuminating blaze of the infernal regions. Ryan MacDonald’s glorious shards of prose are both lurid and blazing, and together they comprise an anthology of complex feelings-dream-like, vivid, and never, ever obvious. Chris Bachelder