In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
St. Ash – who knew? (Gallagher)
Love is the fire in which everything is reduced to ashes. Only God will be saved. Only God cannot burn.
It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.
I'm a sinner. I don't always love God as strongly as I could or as directly as I should. Ash Wednesday reminds me that it is only through God that I have life; He gave it to me. God forgives. He loves. And He gives this sinner a second chance. Put simply: my God kicks ash.
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.
I would rather be ashes than dust.
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
A man from hell is not afraid of hot ashes.
Mr. Burns comes out and flips cigar ashes on his shoes, and makes up about 90 percent of what you hear.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
My dog does not care where heat comes from, but he cares that it comes, and soon. Indeed he considers my ability to make it come as something magical, for when I rise in the coal black pre-dawn and kneel by the hearth to make a fire, he pushes himself blandly between me and the kindling splits I have laid in the ashes, and I must touch a match to them by poking it between his legs. Such faith , I suppose, is the kind that moves mountains.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.
In order to rise From its own ashes A phoenix First Must Burn.
Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.
Time burns but leaves no ashes.
Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion.