Quotes About Embers

The emptier and more frustrated you feel, the more the embers of longing glow at the bottom of your heart. Focus on those embers. Like a salmon returning to spawn, you will one day find your way home. That path leads back to the dwelling place of your soul, to who you truly are.

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.

I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle

The fire died, its spirit creeping into the realm nearby.

Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and world of hunger in vengeance will always remember.

Frosty winter evenings, patterns of ice forming on the window panes outside, fresh coal piled on the red embers, and the fire spurting sulphurous flames of blue and green.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

Because they do burn leaves here, the older folks do, and I remember now that I love it and always have. The way fall feels at night because of it, because of the crackling sound and walking around the sidewalks, like when you're a kid, and kicking those soft piles, and seeing smoke from backyards and Mr. Kilstrap standing over the metal drum with the holes in the top, the sparking embers at his feet.

Nothing but the sigh of embers into ash.

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.