Quotes About Ashes

Will I feel his ashes as they fall against mine?

The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

So this wonderful city Has only dead ashes for me.

in the morning." "Do oak, forget that bronze and copper crap. We buried Momma last year in oak and it was the prettiest damned thang I'd ever seen. Magargel can get one out of Tupelo in two hours. And forget the vault, too. They're just rip-offs. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bury 'em and let 'em rot is the only way to go. The Episcopalians do it right." Ray was a little dazed by the torrent of advice, but was thankful nonetheless.

the mythical bird that set fire to itself and rose anew from the ashes every five hundred years;

We'll be back, with more ashes for you!" el jefe had shouted. "You

to burn itself on a funeral pyre and then rise up from its own ashes. Under the drawing, Owen had written: "OFTEN A SYMBOL OF REBORN IDEALISM, OR HOPE—OR AN EMBLEM OF IMMORTALITY." And

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust. Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.

Though neither of us has entered a church in years, I propose we leave work to spend six minutes getting ashes on our foreheads and 2 1/2 hours eating lunch.

Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

He would be hated now. No one would remember his glory, or his honesty, or his beauty; all his gold would be turned to ashes and ruin.

In the wake of harvest bonfires, Hugh and other men collected and boiled the ashes, which the women made into soap—some thought it the hardest day's work of the year.

Greedily they plucked The fruitage fair to sight, like that which grew Near that bituminous lake where Sodom flamed; This more delusive, not the touch, but taste Deceived. They, fondly thinking to allay Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit Chewed bitter ashes

Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart's paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality's song

The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.

We flew over to England by the same route Churchill took. It was easy. All we had to do was follow the cigar ashes.

To live for the hope of something isn't really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca's bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.

The world is running out of good places for ashes. The Jade Rabbit

I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.

When did you get that?""The shirt? At Macy's. Winter sale.

Soon your ashes fly to the veterans' cemetery at Arlington, where once a Confederate general would have counted you among his mules and pigs. This poet's coat is your last poem. I want to write a poem like this coat, with buttons and pockets and green cloth, a poem useful as a coat to a coughing man.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

Ich bin die Asche einer Glut, die ich nicht war.