“Death is the gate of life. Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace. You will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. Stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.” BookSoulEnemyTeachGreaterGraceTreeWindMastersSourceStonesMercyWoodsBurningStreamsGatesDewIngratitude Author:Bernard of Clairvaux
“For me, a picture should be like sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem. It must have radiance; it must be like those stones which Pyrenean shepherds use to light their pipes.” ShouldUseLightStonesBurningSparksPipeShepherdsRadianceDazzleWomen Beauty Author:Joan Miro
“Book burning is a charming old custom, hallowed by antiquity. It has been practiced for centuries by fascists, communists, atheists, school children, rival authors, and tired librarians. Like everything of importance since the invention of the cloak and the shroud, its origins are cloaked in mystery and shrouded in secrecy. Some scholars believe that the first instance of book burning occurred in the Middle Ages, when a monk was trying to illuminate a manuscript. All agree that book burning was almost non-existent during the period when books were made of stone.” TryingFirstsBelieveChildrenHas BeensMadeBookAgeSchoolMysteryMiddleCenturyPeriodsStonesImportanceAgreeTiredAtheistInventionInstanceBurningCustomsCommunistScholarCharmingMonkRivalsSecrecyMiddle AgesLibrarianFascistsAntiquityManuscriptsCloaksShroudsBook Burning Author:Richard Armour
“Catholicity seized on man... and the mystics, transcending all, taught him to ascend on high with the wings of contemplation the Ladder of Jacob composed of brilliant stones, by which God descends to Earth and man ascends to Heaven, till Earth and Heaven, and God and man, burning together in a conflagration of infinite charity, are transmuted into one.” MenEarthTogetherHeavenTaughtStonesInfiniteWingsCharityBrilliantBurningContemplationLaddersJacobTranscending Author:Juan Donoso Cortes
“Theres a wideness in Gods mercy I cannot find in my own And He keeps His fire burning To melt this heart of stone Keeps me aching with a yearning Keeps me glad to have been caught In the reckless raging fury That they call the love of God” HeartHas BeensMy OwnFireStonesMercyCaughtRageGladBurningGod LoveYearningFuryRecklessFire BurningHeart Of Stone Author:Rich Mullins
“The stone throwing and house burning is no longer a face of Kenya . Kenya is now a destination for investment and tourism.” FacesHouseStonesInvestmentBurningDestinationThrowingTourismKenya Author:Raila Odinga
“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
“We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.” DestinyKnowingWindGoes OnOceanStonesMortalsBurningGoodbyeShoreMetalsDiscoveringSaying GoodbyeMy Destiny Book:Still Another Day Source: Still Another Day
“When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone; Five will return and one go alone. Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long; Wood from the burning; stone out of song; Fire in the candle ring; water from the thaw; Six signs the circle and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of old. Power from the Green Witch, lost beneath the sea. All shall find the Light at last, silver on the tree.” LongLightLastsSongTurnsThreeLostWaterDarkGoneFireFiveTreeSeaReturnMountainSixStonesGoldGreenTrackWoodsRingsCirclesBurningRisingSilverIronWitchCandleHarpsBronzeSleepers Book:The Dark Is Rising: Movie Tie-in Edition Source: The Dark Is Rising: Movie Tie-in Edition
“Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.” LoveSometimesWholeAgeChristianFacesBloodLandWorshipStandingStonesAnd LoveDeterminedLikesBurningTemplesVillageKnockingPeace And LoveHardenedDruids Author:Brom
“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead.” NeedsHeartLongSoulBodyRememberSoundMy OwnMorningPathSawsAirBedEternalSummerLaughterStonesSightRoundsLegsWoundsMy SoulVampireBurningVainPoisonDisgustingFountainOutcastMurmuring Author:Charles Baudelaire
“When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything," she said.” IfsThinkingChildrenDoeSaidStillsMightLaughingStupidKingsSingingFairsStonesHotSmellSnowBreadBurningSmokeMy ChildrenCandleYardsNeedlesBakingMake You ThinkFurWinterfellCandles Burning Author:George R. R. Martin