The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson
Download Customize

The burnt child dreads the fire.

— Ben Jonson
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
fire

More “Fire” Quotes

Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness- — Meagan Spooner, Hunted
A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky. — Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand. — L.J. Smith, The Awakening
Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed.But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread acros — Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice.I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supr — Jennifer Estep, By a Thread
When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know — Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed. — Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary
Fire is bright and fire is clean. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
like our parents alwaystold us not to likefirefighters warn againstwe're playinggames and makingthe rules upas we go we' — Naomi Shihab Nye, Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain. — Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems
She held out her hand, like a man. He hesitated, then took the hand and shook it. It was very warm. You could not help b — Peter Carey, Oscar and Lucinda
The Pavilion did not burn by lightening," she said.He hesitated again. "It holds the memory of fire," he said at last. " — Robin McKinley, Chalice