“Now, having left cities behind me, turned Away forever from the strange, gregarious Huddling of men by stones, I find those various Great towns I knew fused into one, burned Together in the fire of my despising.” MenTogetherLeftCitiesBehindsForeverFireStrangeStonesTownsVariousBurnedGregarious Author:Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
“Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History owns them. These men were petrified in both senses of the word: paralyzed and turned to stone. Their refusal to express feeling killed them. Anachronistic men. Those poor, poor boys.” MenWorldSometimesFeelingsFallMemoriesPoorBoysStonesSensesRealmsBurnedRefusalParalyzedPoor Boy Book:The Eclipse: A Memoir of Suicide Source: The Eclipse: A Memoir of Suicide
“The larch... is not only preserved from decay and the worm by the great bitterness of its sap, but also it cannot be kindled with fire nor ignite of itself, unless like stone in a limekiln it is burned with other wood... This is because there is a very small proportion of the elements of fire and air in its composition, which is a dense and solid mass of moisture and the earthy, so that it has no open pores through which fire can find its way... Further, its weight will not let it float in water.” WayWaterFireAirElementsMassStonesWeightWoodsProportionBitternessDecayBurnedCompositionWormsFloatsDenseSapIgniteMoisture Author:Marcus Vitruvius Pollio
“Just as a stone, a tree, a straw, grain, a mat, a cloth, a pot, and so on, when burned, are reduced to earth (from which they came), so the body and its sense organs, on being burned in the fire of Knowledge, become Knowledge and are absorbed in Brahman, like darkness in the light of the sun.” BodyLightEarthSpiritualDarknessSunFireTreeStonesPotOrgansGrainBurnedStrawsBrahman Author:Adi Shankara
“The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.” YearsActionPainLife IsFallSleepHalfSilenceStruggleJourneyHonorRiversStonesBonesBurningClimbsDividesHoneyMetalsBeesBurnedSweetnessArrowsLife Is LikeDiscardedLonesomeBonfire Book:Still Another Day Source: Still Another Day
“A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.” FirstsHandsLightLeftDadCreaturesStonesRaisedWarningBurnedRatsRevealingPitsFurrySlabs Book:Gregor the Overlander Collection: Source: Gregor the Overlander Collection: