Ashes And Snow Quotes

#1. Most people lose their natural creativity at about five or six - but not me.

Anthony Browne

#2. Congratulations, everyone," I announce as I open the door to Noam's study. "You've finally broken Meira, the crazy, orphaned soldier-girl. She's snapped, all thanks to the mention of floral arrangements.

Sara Raasch

#3. When I eat a tomato I look at it the way anyone else would. But when I paint a tomato, then I see it differently.

Henri Matisse

#4. Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.

Sara Raasch

#5. Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything.

J.K. Rowling

#6. There have been bangs in the past. There will be bangs in the future. We may live in an endless universe.

Neil Turok

#7. When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

Joseph Boyden

#8. You may be able to look beyond the reality of our situation and imagine some other outcome, but all I ever saw, all I ever see, is a reminder that our lives aren't our own.

Sara Raasch

#9. The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.

Omar Khayyam

#10. Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see, feel, taste, or touch life the same again.

Amanda Steele

#11. Feather to fire,fire to blood
Blood to bone,bone to marrow
Marrow to ashes,ashes to snow

Gregory Colbert

#12. I am the product of living in dictatorships. And someone who's lived in dictatorships and not being allowed to be themselves, it cherishes the ability to be yourself and to have feelings and to speak them when asked. And I am that person.

Teresa Heinz

#13. Most of my life I was occupied with American television and American food. My ethnicity was my choice. It still is.

Isaac Mizrahi

#14. You've always been /everything/ to me. I didn't know how to handle how much I needed you growing up---snow, I still don't, all right?

Sara Raasch

#15. He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

Diana Gabaldon

#16. There's this idea that when you make a certain amount of money that you should be staying at four-star hotels and taking town cars. And believe me, I will take a town car every day, but there are some things where it's like, 'Is this necessary? Is this important?'

Mary Lambert

#17. Letter 84


An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars.

A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea.

My photographs are a ladder to my dreams.

These letters are ladders to you.

Gregory Colbert

#18. Normal is subjective. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not normal.

A.G. Howard

#19. I want to be someone worthy of my kingdom. I want to be someone worthy of /you/.

Sara Raasch

#20. A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.

Sara Raasch

#21. Once upon a time, all children were homeschooled. They were not sent away from home each day to a place just for children but lived, learned, worked, and played in the real world, alongside adults and other children of all ages.

Rachel Gathercole

#22. It's about stepping up on the big stage. The athlete who can do that is goig to do well.

Allen Johnson

#23. Teach us to care and not to care

T. S. Eliot

#24. An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.

John Updike

#25. Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen," he says in response.

Sara Raasch

#26. Tortoise steps, slow steps, four steps like a tank with a tail dragging in the sand.
Tortoise steps, land based, land locked, dusty like the desert tortoise herself, fenced in, a prisoner on her own reservation
teaching us the slow art of revolutionary patience.

Terry Tempest Williams