I picked Ember. After I started working with Mortin.'…

“The past is to be learned from but not lived in. We look back to claim the embers from glowing experiences but not the…

— Jeffrey R. Holland

I'd rather be a flash than a slowly burning ember.

— Chris Crutcher

Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope.

— Henry Ward Beecher

Nothing is really lost or can be lost, No birth, identity, form--no object of the world, Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing...…

— Anonymous

Reunions are always fraught with awkward tensions - the necessity to account for oneself; the attempt to find, through memories, an ember of the…

— Anita Shreve

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And when I told my sons I might be in City of Ember, they said, 'Oh! You're gonna be the mayor?' And I hadn't…

— Bill Murray

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a…

— Ben Jonson

He set fire to some potatoes, then cooked some undelivered post in the embers." - Dad "Did he now? What a strange fellow. I…

— Jasper Fforde

“Flames beaten by the Ocean's Rage; Shrouded in Molten Haze; Blithely sheathed in Splendor. An Angel rises from the Embers. Calming Waters brew Courage…

— Renee Rentmeester

Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to its shimmering red…

— John Noble Wilford

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in…

— Suzanne Collins

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and…

— Cassandra Clare

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

The burning embers within me burst into flame / My body becomes a fire-lit torch. / Ho someone! Send for the mid-wife.

— Amrita Pritam