Ashes Quotes - Page 9

Without preservation and cultivation of the spiritual, your material success will be as ashes in your mouths.

The master says it’s a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says it’s a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who would like us to live.

The happy childhood is hardly worth your while.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

Everything we design and make is an improvisation, a lash-up, something inept and provisional.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.

The Passion of the Christ opened up on Ash Wednesday, had a Good Friday.

When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.

Dad was an amazing storyteller and illustrator, which he did in his spare time - very inspiring and dramatic.

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

We shall defend every village, every town and every city. The vast mass of London itself, fought street by street, could easily devour an entire hostile army; and we would rather see London laid in ruins and ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly enslaved.

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.

I don't want awards, I want my daughter. I wouldn't exchange a single eyelash of my daughter for the whole world.

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 discovered that silent film is almost an advantage. You just have to think of the feeling for it to show. No lines pollute it. It doesn't take much - a gaze, an eyelash flutter - for the emotion to be vivid.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

To make lashes curl better, take a hair dryer to your eyelash curler for one or two seconds before using it.

Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.

I've tried to find a new elegance. It's not easy because people want to be shocked. They want explosive fashion. But explosions don't last, they disappear immediately and leave nothing but ashes.

How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.