I'm definitely a Sagittarius. I'm such a fire sign.
The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.
The heart in man signifieth the heat or the element of fire, and it is also the heat; for the heat in the whole body hath its original in the heart.
Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.
I'm an Aries. Most of the time, whether I want to admit it or not, it describes me. I don't check my horoscope too often, but most of the time, yes, I'm fiery and stubborn.
'Fire' is physical and has a lot of grunt to it. I really love that.
I can't drink coffee because as per Ayurveda, I have a pitta body type. This means I am fire, and coffee means more fire.
I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.
What is it about the component of fire? People have written about it. People have wondered about it.
