“The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“to subdue one’s self to other people’s ends was dust and ashes.” — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes blown in Uri Geller's eyes. — James Randi Copy Share Image
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Brass is polished by ashes; copper is cleaned by tamarind; a woman, by her menses; and a river by its flow. — Chanakya Copy Share Image
Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“Any one of the fields of ashes in Birkenau carries more weight than all the testimonies about Birkenau.” — Elie Wiesel, Night Copy Share Image
When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes. — Beryl Bainbridge Copy Share Image
I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
I want to love you simply, in words not spoken: tinder to the flame which transforms it to ash I want to… — Sapardi Djoko Damono Copy Share Image
“Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
...Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul, Only twelve tryin to tell me that he liked my style. Then I… — Nas Copy Share Image
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still… — Callimachus Copy Share Image
Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love… — Gerard Way Copy Share Image
When we get ashes we are not publicly proclaiming our greatness, but God’s. We are not saying, 'look at how great I… — Mark Hart Copy Share Image
“Hope had been that thing with burnt feathers buried in her soul, but now it was waking up, stretching, beating fresh wings… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
When a new post-war generation has grown to puberty and to youth and to manhood and womanhood, it should read, and it… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
A romantic relationship might very well have been initiated by God, but the moment our focus moves from our Prince to a… — Leslie Ludy Copy Share Image
let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Not half as much as I’d miss me if you killed me. (He blinked like a girl and leaned against Ash’s shoulder.)… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
It is incumbent on a great nation to remain confident, if it wishes to remain free. We need not be ignorant to… — Ron Paul Copy Share Image
I'm a sinner. I don't always love God as strongly as I could or as directly as I should. Ash Wednesday reminds… — Mark Hart Copy Share Image
“Look', she said. It's going to be a beautiful sunset. Shall we stay out and watch it?' 'All right,' I said, and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
More poignant for us, at Laetoli in Tanzania are the companionable footprints of three real hominids, probably Australopithecus afarensis, walking together 3.6… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“White as ash, her face, but ashes hold the phantoms of fires.” — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share Image