{"quotes":[{"text":"Nothing is certain,” he murmured. “The future is constantly changing, and no one can predict what happens next. We have the power to change our destiny, because fate is not set in stone, and we are always free to make a choice.","author":"Julie Kagawa","tags":["ash","destiny"],"id":2761,"author_id":"Julie+Kagawa"},{"text":"Phase two of Operation Fish and CHIPs (Clean House of the Idiot Piranhas).","author":"Brenda Pandos","tags":["ash","evergreen","humorous"],"id":9545,"author_id":"Brenda+Pandos"},{"text":"Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.","author":"Curtis Tyrone Jones","tags":["ash","death","dreaming","dreaming-big","dreams","dust","future","happiness","hope","inspirational","kierkegaard","life","life-lessons","looking-back","looking-forward","motivational","past","perseverance","persistence","phoenix","poetry","power","proverb","rebirth","salt","self-love","strength","threat","vision","wisdom"],"id":18753,"author_id":"Curtis+Tyrone+Jones"},{"text":"She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine.I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine,cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars,dreaming in each other’s arms.For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, thenI stopped.I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’dbuilt a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feelingof emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once,what I’d felt for her then……and what I didn’t feel for her now.","author":"Julie Kagawa","tags":["ariella","ash","forgotten-feelings","kiss","love"],"id":26262,"author_id":"Julie+Kagawa"},{"text":"Goodfellow snickered.'Wouldn't be any fun if we didn't run into some sort of catastrophe.' Pulling his dagger ,he waved me on.'After you,your highness.Puck to Ash.","author":"Julie Kagawa","tags":["ash","funny","puck"],"id":56425,"author_id":"Julie+Kagawa"},{"text":"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.","author":"Leonard Cohen","tags":["ash","evidence","inspiration","life","poetry","writing"],"id":85231,"author_id":"Leonard+Cohen"},{"text":"Fire burns blue and hot.Its fair light blinds me not.Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind.I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.","author":"Penny Reid","tags":["ash","fire","poem"],"id":119863,"author_id":"Penny+Reid"},{"text":"Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["ash","ashes","bite","bites","cold","dark","darkness","darkness-and-light","door","glitter","glittering","loving","moon","moon-magic","moonlight","night","night-sky","nights","poem","poems","poetry","poetry","rejoice","silver","skin","sparkle","sparkling","sparkling-darkness","spice","storm","storms","tonight","unlock","unlocked","wind"],"id":122056,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut.The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent.Gentle.So slow.Sweet, soft demolition.He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decayAsh.","author":"Kelly Creagh","tags":["ash","kissing","love","perfect"],"id":122269,"author_id":"Kelly+Creagh"},{"text":"When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.","author":"Arthur Golden","tags":["ash","feelings","fire","love"],"id":142147,"author_id":"Arthur+Golden"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":33,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}