“I picked Ember. After I started working with Mortin.' 'Why?' 'Because embers turn into flames.” — Ned Vizzini Copy Share Image
Good deeds in this life are coals raked up in embers, to make a fire next day — Thomas Overbury Copy Share Image
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire. — William Shatner Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the embers are better then the campfire. It's strange, but it's true.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
My water will not turn off your embers. Because I know, you have your own burning — Saharadsert Copy Share Image
The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the… — Dan Simmons Copy Share Image
“He was hard and soft at the same time and she wanted to know how hard and how soft he could be… — Lacy Silk Copy Share Image
“fight for it ? i say no...but I'd say I let it go because why holding embers when I can see you… — akai enoch Copy Share Image
Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and… — Phil Ochs Copy Share Image
The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
“In the dying embers and blackened twigs of a ravaged forest, who could distinguish where the first spark was lit? Only the… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“When you tend to another's dying embers, you find both warmth and an increase in the glow of your own fire.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“She has the flames of passion emanating from deep withing her soul. She has the embers of idealism burning in her heart!” — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
Passion now begins to wake and whom we desire, we will take then we'll cut them down to the quick love itself… — Nancy Holder Copy Share Image
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Sometimes, a flame can be utterly extinguished. Sometimes, a flame can shrink and waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out.… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
To me, it's more important to take the 60-70% of people who really understand that there's a problem [of climate change] and… — Bill McKibben Copy Share Image
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire. I like that… — William Shatner Copy Share Image
Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Because they do burn leaves here, the older folks do, and I remember now that I love it and always have. The… — Megan Abbott Copy Share Image
Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
To be a good storyteller one must be gloriously alive. It is not possible to kindle fresh fires from burned-out embers. I… — Ruth Sawyer Copy Share Image
The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to its… — John Noble Wilford Copy Share Image
She poured the water, arranged some bread near enough the embers to scorch but not catch fire, and looked up at Little… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“Again, that fist struck from inside. And then bones snapped, punching outward, ripping through muscle and skin as if his chest cavity… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
Simon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?"… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“White world, great trouble, not a sound, only the embers, sound of dying, dying glow” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. — John Milton Copy Share Image