A Quote by Agnes Smedley

What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again. — © Agnes Smedley
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
After all why should our goal be the reinstatement of an illusory 'exact' relationship between events and words? If you probe in the ashes you will never learn anything about the fire: by the time the ashes can be handled the meaning has passed on. Every adventure is a cup so empty it can be drunk from again and again and again. Every adventure is so perfect it verges on silence.
Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame.
For reasons of sentiment, I would like part of my ashes to be mixed up with Mama's, and both her ashes and mine put side by side in the columbarium. We were joined in life and I would like our ashes to be joined after this life.
People who fight fire with fire end up with only the ashes of their own integrity.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.
I think the great thing about 'Ashes To Ashes' is that it is very much its own show.
Feather to fire,fire to blood Blood to bone,bone to marrow Marrow to ashes,ashes to snow...
Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window.
When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes.
She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
You lack the courage to be consumed in flames and to become ashes: so you will never become new, and never young again!
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.
This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.
Lastly, the ashes left behind, May daily show to move the mind, That to ashes and dust return we must: Then think, and drink tobacco.
Of thousands of others, nearer the centre of the explosion, there was no trace. They vanished. The theory in Hiroshima is that the atomic heat was so great that they burned instantly to ashes - except that there were no ashes.
'Ashes To Ashes' is a victim of its own success. We started lots of trends. I like to think we had something to do with bringing back the high waist. It's so much more flattering.
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