A Quote by Antonio Machado

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers. — © Antonio Machado
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.
Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.
The tendency of fire is to go out; watch the fire on the altar of your heart. Anyone who has tended a fireplace fire knows that it needs to be stirred up occasionally.
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes; Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
To pray against temptation, and yet rush into occasions, is to thrust your fingers into the fire, and then pray they might not be burnt.
Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.
As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.
Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that! Like the snap of mortal fingers, I could do it. Burn you as I burnt your little house. And nothing could save you, nothing at all.
Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.
Meantime, the world in which we exist has other aims. But it will pass away, burnt up in the fire of its own hot passions; and from its ashes will spring a new and younger world, full of fresh hope, woth the light of morning in its eyes.
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
The fly runs toward the fire or lamp, thinking that it is a flower, and gets burnt up. Even so, the passionate man runs towards a false beautiful form, thinking that he can obtain real happiness, and gets burnt up in the fire of lust.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burnt!
People who fight fire with fire end up with only the ashes of their own integrity.
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire. I like that image. There has to be a unifying theory. I think there is a continuity of some kind, that my love for my wife will go on past the death of my body. Nature is perfect.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.
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