you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?
Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.
Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion.
I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.
God scorns and mocks the devil, in setting under his very nose a poor, weak, human creature, mere dust and ashes, yet endowed with the firstfruits of the Spirit, against whom the devil can do nothing.
Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's ashes.
Amid apocalyptic dystopia, 'Fahrenheit 451''s protagonist retains sparks of curiosity, creativity, and courage, and these human characteristics are the seeds of hope that can arise, phoenix-like, from civilization's ashes.
Dear friends of Haiti, we are indeed on the right track. Slowly but surely we are rising from the ashes.
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
When I die, sprinkle my ashes over the 80's.
I've learned that when God promises beauty through the ashes, He means it.
We flew over to England by the same route Churchill took. It was easy. All we had to do was follow the cigar ashes.
Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?
Ewwww-eee-wwww. Hey Ash, you vant to suck my blud? (Fang) No, thanks. The last thing I want is to catch parvo from you, or some other freaky dog disease that makes me lift my leg around hydrants. (Acheron)
Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.
Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.
Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.
Apocalypse has come and gone. We're just grubbing in the ashes.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
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.
Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.
I do love the Ashes and some of my best memories are from Ashes cricket. I just wish we'd played a few more Test matches.
