Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your glassy gaze fixed on something no one else could see, no one else co...
Interior design is a business of trust.
See that your own hearth is swept before you lift your neighbor's ashes.
It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.
I had once repeated the experiment to reassure myself that this was so, and it was. Ashes to ashes; starch to sugar. A little window into the Creation
Ash: Klaatu Barada N... Necktie... Neckturn... Nickel... It's an "N" word, it's definitely an "N" word! Klaatu... Barada... N... [coughs] Ash: [pause] Okay then... that's it!
Ash: Can I ask you a question? Kristofferson: You may. Ash: What's the point of sitting on the floor with your legs twisted into a pretzel talking to yourself for an hour and forty-five minutes? It's - it's weird. Kristofferson: My father and I first...
Well, I always did want to go out in a Braveheart kind of way. I'll just have to think of something cool to yell before they cut my head off.
[Ash is trapped in the cellar with Henrietta walking towards him] Ash: Open the door. There's something down here! Annie: Open it. Quickly! Jake: It's a trick!
[when Sheila walks into the blacksmith's shop to talk to Ash] Ash: What? Were you raised in a barn? Shut the door! Probably was raised in a barn, along with the other primitives.
Ash: Linda's still asleep. I don't know what else to do for her. It'll be dawn in a few hours so... Scotty: I can't wait. I'm getting out of here... now! Ash: Scotty, we can't take Linda anywhere with her leg like that. We don't even know if there is...
God wants you to be delivered from what you have done and from what has been done to you - Both are equally imporant to Him.
I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner." He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.
Our ability to transcend betrayal is directly tied to our willingness to identify ourselves as love activists rather than victims of the Universe.
Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered. “We all fall down.
Im not going to change my ways, just to please you or appease you, inside a crowd five billion proud willing to punch it out, right, wrong, weak strong, ashes to ashes all fall down.
Ash: [to his freshly sawn-off possessed hand] Here's your new home. [Ash places a bucket and a bunch of books on it to trap the hand, the top book reads "A Farewell to Arms"]
Valentine!" "You mean father. I despise this modern habit of calling one's parents by their names." "What I want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name." - Clary Fray and Valentine Morgenstern (City of Ashes)
It is in the immediacy of our personal lives that our proclamations for a better world acquire real life meaning.
I realized the preserving a relationship at all costs was not as important as affirming the human right to be free from abusive treatment.
A God who punishes disobedience will teach us to obey and endure when it would be holy to protest and righteous to refuse to cooperate.
