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“But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.”
― Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

“But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked.
"See you at the fireworks?"
She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods.
I looked at Beckendorf. "Did she just...ask me out?"
He shrugged, completely disgusted. "Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day."
So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game.”
― Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

“About fireworks?
About love. About how we often mistake love for fireworks - for drama and dysfunction. But real love is very quiet, very still. It's boring, if seen from the perspective of high drama. Love is deep and calm - and constant. I imagine you do give Kathy love - in the true sense of the word. Whether or not she is capable of giving it back to you is another question.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery.

Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites.

The tree is rich with potential wonder.

All it needs is a glance from you to come alive.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“We shall go wild with fireworks...And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness.
We don't have any fireworks that big”
― Natsuki Takaya

“When you meet someone
so different from yourself,
in a good way,
you don’t even have to kiss
to have fireworks go off.”
― Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me

“July 4th fireworks exhale over the Hudson sadly.
It is beautiful that they have to disappear.
It's like the time you said I love you madly.
That was an hour ago. It's been a fervent year.”
― Frederick Seidel

“You're much better than fireworks. They're all over in a moment, and you're going to stay for a fortnight. Besides, fireworks are noisy, and they make too much smoke.”
― Kate Ross, Cut to the Quick

“Thank you,â€� I said, turning around a little so I could talk to him. “You’re a good friend.â€�
“I know,� he said, as he tightened his hold around me. I leaned back against his chest, resting against him.
“Beckett, I�,� I started to say, but he stopped me.
“Shh,â€� he said. “You don’t need to say anything. Just watch the fireworks.”
― Monica Alexander, Just Watch the Fireworks

“A tired man lay down his head
in a dusty room so dim,
and for so long his wife did shake
and yell to waken him.

Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stir
of sandy, red bullfights,
of powder-blasts in the air
and carnival delights.

Yet still his wife was in despair
in a dusty room so dim,
for she knew death was a whore
not far from tempting him.”
― Roman Payne

“Borkin: Ladies and gentlemen, why are you so glum? Sitting there like a jury after it's been sworn in! ... Let's think up something. What would you like? Forfeits, tug of war, catch, dancing, fireworks?”
― Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

“The fireworks went on for nearly half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both sky and water. It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection, as if there were two displays, above and below, going on simultaneously—one in space-time, mused Max, and the other in time-space.”
― Sol Luckman, Snooze: A Story of Awakening

“We are like fireworks…rising, shining and finally…scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks…let us sparkle brightly…always.”
― Tite Kubo, Bleach, Volume 20

“Boxes of fireworks - she remembered them filling her childhood, at every occasion she could think of, gods, where had the Popisho fireworks gone? Mad swirls of silver-blue lightning and crimson stars. A whole sky of melting yellow moons that trickled into their hair and faces and turned into caramel.”
― Leone Ross, Popisho

“Neil leaned forward, his own breathing strange, a look on his face I could not understand. It was how I looked at sunsets or fireworks, my expression on the edge of the Grand Canyon.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I am. And so are you. We’re both real,â€� she says in a way that touches every inch of me and despite the rush of fireworks bursting inside of me this is where peace lies.”
― Soulla Christodoulou, Alexander and Maria

“Your dad said that you are the best man he knows. That you are honorable and brave, that anyone could trust you with her life. So I’m entrusting my sister to you. I am guessing you probably are thinking of setting this letter down and stepping away from it, like it’s a firework about to go off in your hand. Here’s the thing: fireworks, if handled properly, are just about the best thing to ever happen to the night sky since the stars and whatever asteroid is pummeling toward Earth right now.”
― Libby Hubscher, Meet Me in Paradise

“The sky
lights up
with fireworks
when you
follow your
dreams.”
― Avijeet Das

“They aren’t paying attention to us. They aren’t paying attention to her. Right now, only I am. They’d die with envy if they knew what I was looking at. The bright hues shine on her face, the fireworks visible in her eyes, as if her pupils were the ones creating the sparks.”
― Shireen Ayache, Card of Truth

“Are the fireworks over, or just beginning?”
― David Sinclair, Without the Mob, There Is No Circus

“There was an excitability about him that seemed it could dissipate at any moment as though he were Christmas in July but rather than sporting holiday cheer and sparkling fireworks, he offered the showing of amateur eggnog hangover and explanations about the lack of permits to the fire department.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Laine gathers everyone in a circle as fire emits from her fingertips. She passes that fire to the others--- little balls of flame that manifest in their hands.
I don't feel insulted that I'm not gifted with a little piece of her. My magic is too weak in this realm to control the flames he shares with the others.
Fire cupped in their hands, everyone, even Uncle, begins to sing an ode to my life, their voices pleasant despite the slightly disjointed rhythm. It makes me feel warm inside but not as warm as I feel when Laine takes a deep breath, calling upon all of her magic.
Caroline and Marcella continue to sing, but much like White Robe Jeon and Uncle, I watch, stunned, as Laine's flames transform the air around her into hot ribbons of light. Those ribbons whisk upward with the air, flickering in tune to the rhythm Caroline and Marcella sing. It shines with glory, restrained yet wild, pained yet happy. And Laine is its master, calling to not only it but all those gifted with flame, to the creatures birthed from the flame itself.
Dragons.
Only one appears tonight, wild and true as its silver scales catch the glimmer of the moon. It doesn't look back at us, but it has sensed Laine's magic. And it lets out a raw cry that could only have reverberated through Laine to reveal hidden truths.”
― Khalia Moreau, The Princess of Thornwood Drive

“Growing up, any sort of fireworks were strictly prohibited by mom (and the law?). That said, the Fourth of July was a bit of an insane clusterf- of lights, bangs and danger.”
― Aesop Rock

“The block I grew up on had a lot of kids, some of which were the kind your parents didn’t want you to be friends with. These kids always had those crazy firework catalogs in the months leading up to July.”
― Aesop Rock

“There’s few things I love more than scoring a bag of fireworks and spending an evening, alone or with company, lighting them. It feels exciting and fun and dangerous and youthful and awesome. I love the smell. I love watching a bottle rocket soar up into the sky and explode. And I love being the one who lit the fuse.”
― Aesop Rock

“The indifference of Decembral littoral suits my forlorn mood for I am a sad woman by nature, no doubt about that; how unhappy I should be in a happy world!”
― Angela Carter, Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces

“With every chime of the bell, pops of light burst to life in the distance. There were just a few at first- far-off embers of glow appearing here and there like bits of fallen stars. But soon there was more light than dark. A world of bright, as if the sky and the ground had switched places and now the Earth was covered in shimmering stars.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I was obsessed with public acclaim, posters, and pyrotechnics. More modest people might condemn this as a fault; I trust, though, that the more astute will acknowledge it as a gift.”
― Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

“As I say, I have never been a big fan of firework displays. All that brightness falling, the sad, smoke smell, the finale that is never quite as magnificent as it should be. And then there’s the dispiriting, figurative tendency in modern fireworks. To stand in the cold, watching coloured sparks momentarily take the ragged shape of a smiley face or a drunken script that spells ‘Happy Holidaysâ€� would seem, by any objective standard, to be a very low form of entertainment indeed. Yet appreciating fireworks is one of those things by which one is judged on one’s child-like delight in life. It is perfectly acceptable to hate the circus. But to admit that one finds fireworks tiresome is to render oneself a pariah. I suspect that only the tiniest fraction of the crowd gathered on the top of Primrose Hill was genuinely invested in the spectacle, but we all stayed there for a full frigid hour, dutifully manufacturing sharp intakes of breath and other symptoms of ingenuous wonderment.

from Notes on a scandal”
― Zoë Heller