A Quote by Elsa Triolet

Time burns but leaves no ashes. — © Elsa Triolet
Time burns but leaves no ashes.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
Awareness is fire; it burns all that is wrong in you. It burns your ego. It burns your greed, it burns your possessiveness, it burns your jealousy - it burns all that is wrong and negative, and it enhances all that is beautiful, graceful, divine.
My heart burns like fire but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes.
Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.
The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of great men.
Mr. Burns comes out and flips cigar ashes on his shoes, and makes up about 90 percent of what you hear.
?A day in which I don't write leaves a taste of ashes.
I love you so much that it feels like the universe will explode, for as long as it takes for the oceans to dry up, so much that I don't care if my soul burns to ashes.
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.
In the attic, a warhead no doubt burns. Everything is combustible. Faith burns. Trust burns. Everything burns to nothing and even nothing burns. . . . And when there is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for and when there is nothing worth dying for, there is only nothing.
The fire of the forest burns trees to ashes. Even expensive sandalwood tree which is endowed with qualities of cooling and fragrance, cannot escape from burning. In the same way wicked cause harm to their benefactors also.
A most burning question of time, though. It burns in every nook and cranny of the ethnological world, burning, bright, brightly, in the fullest blaze, and it burns all around, huge fire! and no one lifts a hand.
[Michael Hastings] has composed a dirge to incompatibility, which, because it raises expectations only to defeat them, leaves a taste of exhumed ashes.
Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
To be angry is very good. It burns out things and leaves nutrients in the soil. You should always be ready to be angry at injustice and cruelty.
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