dust and ashes

dust and ashes

“I am become like dust and ashes.” [O.T.: Job 30:19]
See: Death
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I, for instance, was triumphant over everyone; everyone, of course, was in dust and ashes, and was forced spontaneously to recognise my superiority, and I forgave them all.
Because Paris is going to be reduced to dust and ashes like Babylon, of which you have no doubt heard tell.
They were so quiet that, remembering them well, one comes to doubt that they ever existed - places of repose for tired ships to dream in, places of meditation rather than work, where wicked ships - the cranky, the lazy, the wet, the bad sea boats, the wild steerers, the capricious, the pig-headed, the generally ungovernable - would have full leisure to take count and repent of their sins, sorrowful and naked, with their rent garments of sailcloth stripped off them, and with the dust and ashes of the London atmosphere upon their mastheads.
I was a mere receptacle for dust and ashes, a living testimony to the vanity of all things.
Hate him she did not quite; but he was dust and ashes to her, and even for her name's sake she scarcely wished to marry him.
Descendants of some of those proud families still inhabit the palaces of Genoa, and trace in their own features a resemblance to the grim knights whose portraits hang in their stately halls, and to pictured beauties with pouting lips and merry eyes whose originals have been dust and ashes for many a dead and forgotten century.
History is known, to my young remembrance of that library, by a History of the United States, whose dust and ashes I hardly made my way through; and by a 'Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada', by the ever dear and precious Fray Antonio Agapida, whom I was long in making out to be one and the same as Washington Irving.
I stopped, and looked at the dust and ashes, at the broken crockery and the old iron.
heaven is my witness that I think her mere dust and ashes in comparison with you, and shall continue to think so, unless you drive me from you by too much severity.
This bit of the ferment we call 'Johnson,' when he is no longer a bit of the ferment, only dust and ashes, will have no more nobility than any dust and ashes, while I shall still be alive and roaring.
The aching and faintness of my body, the labouring of my heart, the soreness of my hands, and the smarting of my throat and eyes in the continual smoke of dust and ashes, had soon grown to be so unbearable that I would gladly have given up.
And for us to suppose we can have something great--ideas, work--it's all dust and ashes.