(Ash used his powers to lift Zarek from the floor and pin him roughly against the ceiling.) Stop pushing your luck, boy.… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
We cannot look at Syria, and the evil that has arisen from the ashes of indecision, and think this is not the… — Angelina Jolie Copy Share Image
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away. — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
Every tiny molecule of Ash is in motion with my heat I am such a Lunatic that I am free even in… — Bhagat Singh Copy Share Image
The smallest atom of truth represents some man's bitter toil and agony; for every ponderable chunk of it there is a brave… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He is very fond of me, almost too fond. I could do with less caressing and more rationality. I should like to… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Y is for YGGDRASIL. The legendary Nordic ash tree with its three roots extending into the lands of mortals, giants, and Niflheim,… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people… — Joseph Boyden Copy Share Image
Because she’s Acheron companion. (Astrid) Ash has a companion? (Zarek) (The demon snorted. She stood up and whispered loudly in Astrid’s ear.)… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride, whose sparkles are wanton words; whose smoke is infamy;… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers. — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
the most common type of pessimism is neither philosophical nor religious: it is the pessimism of thwarted desire. ... It is the… — Georgia Harkness Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will… — John Donne Copy Share Image
An old Arabian fable tells of a prince imprisoned in a castle which had thirteen windows. Twelve of these windows overlooked lovely… — James Keller Copy Share Image
