Quotes About Remains

Still the fact remains, he had me hooked. As he had, of course, from the beginning. I had been writing my book about Johnno from the moment we met.

Glory be to Him who changes others and remains Himself unchanged!

Hope is a gift we give ourselves, and it remains when all else is gone.

On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn't know Peter was out of town.

When out fossil hunting, it is very easy to forget that rather than telling you how the creatures lived, the remains you find indicate only where they became fossilized.

Everything changes, but beauty remains.

Fescue poured the remains of his wine into my ocean. "Until then we need a degree of focus." "Focus yourself," I said, turning away.

Our ancestors had a particular veneration for St. Maurus, under the Norman kings; and the noble family of Seymour (from the French Saint Maur) borrow from him its name, as Camden observes in his Remains.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining,' " Dr. Hunter said. "Isn't that lovely? Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote it for her dog." "Flush," Reggie said. "Virginia Woolf wrote a book about him.

I'm suprised he doesn't send Christmas cards, Antonio said. I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed veilum cards, the best he can steal. Little notes in perfect penmanship,Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced up Ethan Ritter in Miami and scattered his remains in the Atlantic. Best wishes for the new year. Karl.

I'm surprised he doesn't send Christmas cards," Antonio said. "I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed vellum cards, the best he can steal. Little notes in perfect penmanship, 'Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced up Ethan Ritter in Miami and scattered his remains in the Atlantic. Best wishes for the New Year. Karl.

But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance. And even when that balance begins to collapse, something remains. Which is why you shouldn't worry.

It's true, I know, that there are more gaps in the island than there used to be. When I was a child, the whole place seemed…how can I put this?…a lot fuller, a lot more real. But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance. And even when that balance begins to collapse, something remains. Which is why you shouldn't worry." He

My memories don't feel as though they've been pulled up by the root. Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear.

In an average life lived by a relatively average soul, what else remains but singular moments of astonishingly framed light?

The next day, William Lanney's much abused remains were carried in a coffin to the cemetery. The crowd of mourners was large. It included many of Lanney's shipmates, suggesting that the whaling profession in late-nineteenth-century Hobart was graced with a higher level of humanistic sensibility than the surgical profession.

We're all hoping that the remains of the Nueva Cadiz haven't been moved by the storm out of Rafe's lease sites. "If they have been," Tia says, "I'll go out at night and move them back, piece by piece.

That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death.

That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. They

Anyway, I quite liked the way he lived inside my imagination as a massive and powerful presence, built out of his poems and the stories I'd heard about him. So I decided to know him only that way—through my imagination. And that's where he remains for me to this day: still alive inside me, completely internalized, almost as though I dreamed him up.

Parenthood remains the greatest single preserve of the amateur.

The remains of the temple of Apollo at Delphi.