Quotes About Ashes

Through many countries and over many seas I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites, to show this final honour to the dead, and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes, since now fate takes you, even you, from me. Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly, now at least take these last offerings, blessed by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead. Accept, by custom, what a brother's tears drown, and, for eternity, Brother, 'Hail and Farewell'.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

The pair were, in truth, but the ashes of their former fires. To the hot sorrow of the previous night had succeeded heaviness; it seemed as if nothing could kindle either of them to fervour of sensation any more.

Then the boy went to sleep And one or two embers alive in the ashes flared up In the shape of your beloved face. Thousands of dreams spread over the land. Stars like silver eyes twinkling in the night… You shining ones fell to Earth Even though the cons turn many prayers to dust, I will keep praying. Please love that child And kiss the hand you're holding.

We were ashes to ashes fascinated by this movement, heaven bound invariably, for there is no hell anymore when it has arrived here on earth.

Every evening for weeks, Amina and the several other Ethiopians who lived in the building by then crowded into my flat to watch in horror as a parade of bodies on the verge of crumbling into dust crawled across the screen. We were sickened with ourselves for being riveted by the spectacle of this death march. We were ashes to ashes fascinated by this movement, heaven bound invariably, for there is no hell anymore when it has arrived here on earth.

The last time somebody was cremated, his ashes were sprinkled from a crop duster. We all ran for cover. We liked him fine, but we didn't want him all over our good clothes.

All people seem to want to talk about is the current Ashes series, and whether England are going to reverse the trend of recent series.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

The Cinderella story in reverse. I only wish there were ashes in the fireplace so I could order you to sweep them out.

Harding's ashes were mistakenly sent to a John Harding in Oregon, who does have a relative by that name, but it was not this one. Thinking that the ashes belonged to his estranged biological father, he spread them in the most serene places in Oregon and Alaska, only to find that they were not the ashes of his biological father, but those of a monster.

A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes...malevolent...omnipotent...The Phantom of the Opera!

Ashes billow up around me, and I pull the hem of my shirt up over my mouth. It's not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

He tells the hiustory of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once North America.

Watching the bright pages of his picture books — the very ones he'd pored over with his mother — reduced to ashes had never failed to bring him to tears. But better off sad than dead.

My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

Now your burnt ashes float to mingle with others And as I wait for another day I keep singing another song How did I go astray!

She's fire. But she won't burn you... she knows all too well, how it feel to live with ashes.

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love, but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes, so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes, and yet, you're not behind.

Therefore, if we built splendid castles, and pictured beautiful scenes, among the fervid coals of the hearth around which we were clustering, and if all went to rack with the crumbling embers, and have never since arisen out of the ashes, let us take to ourselves no shame. In my own behalf, I rejoice that I could once think better of the world's improvability than it deserved. It is a mistake into which men seldom fall twice in a lifetime.

He didn't go out with the garbage," Scythe Rand said. "I took care of it myself, then spread his ashes in a field of wild bluebonnets. Just saying.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.