A Quote by Paul Gauguin

How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered? — © Paul Gauguin
How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?
As a fire blazes brightly when the covering of ash over it is scattered by the wind, the divine fire within the body shines in all its majesty when the ashes of desire are scattered by the practice of pranayama.
Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames. But gather these straws into a bundle and light them, and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky; public prayer is like that.
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
Falsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them.
Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust.
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.
Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
O, how much those men are to be valued who, in the spirit with which the widow gave up her two mites, have given up themselves! How their names sparkle! How rich their very ashes are! How they will count up in heaven!
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.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.
Fighting fire with fire only gets you ashes!
I've changed my mind. I've decided that at the end I want to be cremated and my ashes scattered over someone I don't like.
Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
Motivation is a fire from within. If someone else tries to light that fire under you, chances are it will burn very briefly.
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