Firefly Quote Novels & Stories

He finishes writing the previous quote and then gestures for me to continue. "Love is friendship that has caught on fire. In the beginning, a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature, and our love becomes as coal, deep-burning and unquenchable." "Bruce Lee," he remarks after completing the transcription, nodding approvingly. "Nice. Any particular reason why?" He turns to ask me.

“You insisted they weren’t insects.” “I was wrong,” I replied. “No,” he said gently. “You were hopeful.” I stopped walking. He noticed immediately. “That’s not the same thing,” I said. “It used to be,” he answered. A firefly blinked near my hand. Then another. Then dozens. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “They’re still here,” I whispered. “They always come back this time of year,” Darius said. “Even when everything else changes.” I laughed softly. “That feels unfairly poetic.”

"Perer, Can you tell me what happened to you yesterday night?" "Ok!" I said. "Yesterday night, I was feeling dizzy and everything was becoming fuzzy. I wanted to tell Uncle Max that I wasn't feeling well but I didn't because he was spending time with Miss Bisi. I didn't want to bother them." I paused. "Do you know that moths love fire so much?" "I do!" "They have no choice than to flirt with flames. Even when the flames bite their wings, they still fly around it." "Do you have any important memories you would like to share with me today?"

"Lina, what are you thinking about?" She sniffed and whispered, "I'm thinking... a firefly is just a firefly. No matter how high or far it flies, it can never become one of the stars in the sky." Zuko froze, stopped walking, and turned to look at her. "Have you ever thought that the star doesn't need the firefly to fly? It will come down and be with the firefly." Lina looked up at him and saw stars in his eyes. Amidst the radiance of those stars, she saw herself.

A soft murmur of blessing swept through the gathered crowd as Flora’s words reverberated, each syllable a protestation of independence and stopgap. Alice, with a final snicker, murmured, “ We’ll see how long that fire becks . ” Flora, with steady resoluteness, answered still, “ It'll burn brighter than any shadow. ”