Best 260 quotes in «ashes quotes» category

Those glories come too late That on our ashes wait.

Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet.

Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Thou shalt not steal. I seem to recall that being one of God’s I’d rather you didn’t lest I have to smite you into ash commandments.

Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Umm, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you suppose to be dead? Currently being chased by two Cabals? You're waltzing around Vancouver, eating in restaurants?" (Ash)"Hell no," Corey said. "I never waltz. I do the fox-trot sometimes though.

Volcanic ash will be experienced in all parts of your world, as the volcanoes around your earth are simultaneously activated. Face masks and goggles will be of great value

We cannot look at Syria, and the evil that has arisen from the ashes of indecision, and think this is not the lowest point in the world's inability to protect and defend the innocent.

We flew over to England by the same route Churchill took. It was easy. All we had to do was follow the cigar ashes.

We'll all be the first to hold up our hands and take it on the chin [can't all be the first Ash!]

We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms; As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.

We each should have 2 pockets: in 1 the message, 'I am dust & ashes;' in the other, 'For me the universe was made.'

We got a new song called 'Ashes in Your Mouth,' and it is NOT about a joint falling apart.

Well, then," he said. "Let's do it." "What?" Vin asked. "Save the world." Elend said. "Stop the ash.

We swallowed a few bites-not to much scince the food of the gods can burn you to ashes is you overindulge. I guess thats why you don't see many fat gods

We shall defend every village, every town and every city. The vast mass of London itself, fought street by street, could easily devour an entire hostile army; and we would rather see London laid in ruins and ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly enslaved.

We want to avoid suffering, death, sin, ashes. But we live in a world crushed and broken and torn, a world God Himself visited to redeem. We receive his poured-out life, and being allowed the high privilege of suffering with Him, may then pour ourselves out for others.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust.

We would rather see London laid in ruins and ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly enslaved.

What if all tomorrow brings is ashes and glass, and I can't tell you child, 'this too shall pass.' If all the world were windswept, cold and gray. And in the end there's nothing left to say.

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

When I started Ashes and Snow in 1992, I set out to explore the relationship between man and animals from the inside out.

When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.

When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.

When I die, sprinkle my ashes over the 80's.

When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes.

When we get ashes we are not publicly proclaiming our greatness, but God’s. We are not saying, 'look at how great I am,' but 'ask me about how great my God is!'

Whether we remain the ash or become the phoenix is up to us.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window.

Without preservation and cultivation of the spiritual, your material success will be as ashes in your mouths.

When you make something fetish, ashes and dusts will laugh at you, because they know even the most valuable fetishes will turn into dusts and ashes!

Winter broke off, finally, a long ash crumbling at the end of a cigarette, burned out, weak and emptied.

Without God, all of our efforts turn to ashes and our sunrise into the darkest of nights.

You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care.

You are the Energizer Bunny for badasses. -Ash

Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

You catch a fairly young field-vole and flay it... We take the skin, when Venus stands in the sign of the scorpion, and combust the skin... Now take the ash, which you got this way, and pepper it out on the fields.

You couldn't do it?" Rob Lynburn sneered. "I know her," Ash said in a low voice. "I can't... hurt someone I know.

You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth, that's the American Cycle. You know, awakening, tragic, horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That's the American story, again and again.

You lack the courage to be consumed in flames and to become ashes: so you will never become new, and never young again!

Aequat omnes cinis.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?

Ashes have no fear to burn in hell In your heart's paradise angels dwell Rib cage fastens all sins of the wrong Your bones will sing you mortality’s song