When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me. " "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.
Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.
All analyses end badly. Each 'termination' leaves the participants with the taste of ashes in their mouths; each is absurd; each is a small, pointless death. Psychoanalysis cannot tolerate happy endings; it casts them off the way the body's immunological system casts off transplanted organs.
Stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
Remember finally, that the ashes that were on your forehead are created from the burnt palms of last Palm Sunday. New beginnings invariably come from old false things that are allowed to die.
I speak of the old Japan, because out of the ashes of the old Japan there has risen a new Japan.
For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.
Some combinations of people are toxic, you know? You have to find the right one that isn't just going to explode into fiery ash and destruction.
In a world of smoke and ashes, you are milk and honey
Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.
Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.
Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.
Man must be able to recover, to win out, triumph over adversity. And I don't mean just the little adversity like paying his room rent or something. But those deep, deep human adversities because something he has faith in has turned to ashes. Where someone he loves turns out to be just another joke. You get to the point of suicide. But you can bounce back - they can't completely destroy you.
Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
Love is the fire in which everything is reduced to ashes. Only God will be saved. Only God cannot burn.
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.
We want to avoid suffering, death, sin, ashes. But we live in a world crushed and broken and torn, a world God Himself visited to redeem. We receive his poured-out life, and being allowed the high privilege of suffering with Him, may then pour ourselves out for others.
Opinion is called the queen of the world; it is so, for when reason opposes it, it is condemned to death. It must rise twenty times from its ashes to gradually drive away the usurper.