Top 100 Bones That Quotes
#1. If you want to become a fossil, you actually need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface. And then you hope that one of us lot will walk around and find small pieces of you.
Louise Leakey
#2. He hymns the rotten queen with saffron hair
Who has saltier aphrodisiacs
Than virgins' tears. That bawdy queen of death,
Her wormy couriers are at his bones.
Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine.
Sylvia Plath
#3. An elaborately jointed array of bones landed in my lap, spasming like a broken crab. My cry was every bit as manly as that of a young schoolgirl surprised by a hairy spider. I knocked the thing off me, onto the floor. It
Dean Koontz
#4. It was so surreal. We're on the road and a split second-BAM-we jump a median-BAM-we jump a curb.
And then there was this house.
And these sounds.
Splintered glass.
Broken bones.
Severed veins.
And that's all I know.
The decisions that we make.
Jason Myers
#6. I have met otherwise educated folks who haven't heard that cooked bones can kill a dog, so perhaps the vets are just being realists.
Carina MacDonald
#7. He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths - but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal.
Tom Robbins
#8. How many bones did he set?" I cared about it much less than they did. It's my Florence Nightingale calm, I suppose.
There was a pause.
"Twenty-seven," said Father.
There was a question mark in that pause. "How many bones are in the hand?"
Another pause.
"Twenty-seven," said Eldric.
Franny Billingsley
#9. I gotta make a living. I make no bones about that. Most actors do. But within that context, I've never not tried to make something as fresh and alive as I possibly could make it.
Alan Arkin
#10. That beautiful girl, she was a universe, bearer of these words that rang like gongs, that tumbled like flutes made of human bones.
Janet Fitch
#11. a television bomb would instantly blind you with its eruption of images as its icons burned through your flesh and imprinted themselves on your bones in tiny hieroglyphs that recounted the brief history of the body's destruction.
Jeff VanderMeer
#12. There is no such thing as objectivity. We are all just interpreting signals from the universe and trying to make sense of them. Dim, shaky, weak, static-y little signals that only hint at the complexity of a universe we cannot begin to understand.
Bones The Doctor In The Photo
#13. And it made me hurt inside of my bones with sadness. Because in a life that is long and well lived there are sorrows and darkest doldrums that cannot be understood by those who live day to day like it could be any other.
Brian McGreevy
#14. In my fantasies, I always wanted to play the ingenue, but in reality, in my bones, I am so used to playing the grandmother that I don't feel safe or even sure that I can do it.
Camryn Manheim
#15. My daughter breaks both her wrists jumping off of a swing. Her friend, who is five, told her to jump off of it. I promise nothing will happen, she said. But why did she promise that? she wails later at the hospital.
Jenny Offill
#16. I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
Theodore Roethke
#17. For me, there are a lot of things you can imagine as an actor, and then there are things that you know in your bones and in your cells once they happen to you.
Rosemarie DeWitt
#18. I'm always aware that under the spritely twitter of birds, bones are being crunched and ribbons of flesh are being stripped away, all of it the work of bright-eyed creatures without feeling or conscience. I don't look to nature for comfort or serenity.
Sue Grafton
#19. Sinatra had a lot of mood swings, but he was wonderful to my wife Barbara and to me. He made no bones about who he liked and who he loved, and he had this great charisma. When he walked into a room, it stopped. I've only seen that happen with Ronald Reagan.
Don Rickles
#20. Can it be out of discretion, and a reluctance to hurt, that they affect to be unaware of my existence? But this is a refinement of feeling which can hardly be attributed to the dogs that come pissing against my abode, apparently never doubting that it contains some flesh and bones.
Samuel Beckett
#21. Nothing can be compared to the new life that the discovery of another country provides for a thoughtful person. Although I am still the same I believe to have changed to the bones.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#22. That's what vampires do, Kitten. We always come for what's ours, no matter the circumstances. Bones said.
Jeaniene Frost
#23. The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
James Wright
#24. What do the hieroglyphs tell us of what it was like to live under the lash, building the pyramids? Do we talk of that? Do we? No, we talk of the magnificence and majesty of the Egyptians. Of the Romans. Of Saint Petersburg, and nothing of the bones of the hundred thousand slaves that it is built on.
Richard Flanagan
#25. I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
Zelda Fitzgerald
#26. Earthquake - the earthquake of November 23, 1980, with its infinite destruction - entered into our bones. It expelled the habit of stability and solidity, the confidence that every second would be identical to the next, the familiarity of
Elena Ferrante
#27. And the jobs we worked, Jesus - Jesus - Jesus, the jobs we worked. Low-paying jobs. Backbreaking jobs. Jobs that gnawed at the bones of our dignity, devoured the meat, tongued the marrow.
NoViolet Bulawayo
#28. It's your job as an actor to fill out the blanks. I love doing that. To fill in the bones.
Jeremy Piven
#29. Young women should begin to build bone mass early in their lives. The more mass there is, the less they will lose in later life. They should enjoy a diet of calcium-rich foods and avoid food and drink that causes bone loss.
Ann Richards
#30. She could no longer understand the Faith from the night of the ratting, who had believed that the world was only teeth and hunger, nothing but killing and dead bones in the dust. Hunger cannot explain why I love the blue of this sky, she thought.
Frances Hardinge
#31. It meant something to climb, to haul this sack of bones and flesh all this way, and then look, then think, then be. She could have taken a flyer here any time when she'd been recovering, but she hadn't, even though Jase had suggested it. That was too easy. Being here wouldn't have meant anything.
Iain M. Banks
#32. As far as her mom was concerned, tea fixed everything. Have a cold? Have some tea. Broken bones? There's a tea for that too. Somewhere in her mother's pantry, Laurel suspected, was a box of tea that said, 'In case of Armageddon, steep three to five minutes'.
Aprilynne Pike
#33. Sculptures created from found materials like ice and thorns, driftwood, and even bleached kangaroo bones all presuppose that artistic design will yield to the cycles of time and climate, whether over an hour or a decade.
Simon Schama
#34. Whether or not enlightenment is possible at the moment of death, the practices that prepare one for this possibility also bring one closer to the bone of life.
Joan Halifax
#35. I gave the couple a hint of a design that would work great with the bones of their home. They weren't ready for it, and they embarrassed themselves and that's too bad.
Douglas Wilson
#36. Whatever fool had penned the nonsense that words could do no harm should be condemned to Tophet's lowest fiery pit. For they did far more damage than mere broken bones that eventually healed. Furious,
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#37. The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones.
Stephen King
#38. Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate.
Victoria Schwab
#39. Every palace needs a foundation, Askeladden. Make sure that yours isn't of human bones.-Hans Peter
Jessica Day George
#40. F you're making the scene as a director, you're looking for alternatives, once you've got to that place that's very much in Rowan's [Atkins] head, to see if you can take it further, in some places. Sometimes you do absolutely know there's something there. You just feel it in your bones.
Oliver Parker
#41. I feel in my bones that Lady Gaga is a true strident feminist and good for my soul - but how do I square this with the fact that she's constantly walking around in her bra and pants, even at, like, airports and stuff, where even nudists wear a fleece and linen drawstring trousers?
Caitlin Moran
#42. Man's own form in space - his body - was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery - because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.
Willem De Kooning
#43. One should not forget that there are very few surviving items from this period, often just single, small bones, a tooth, a sliver of the skull. Categorizing these pieces can be very difficult.
Richard Leakey
#44. And as the worms pant for your bones,
I would so like to tell you
that this happens to bears and elephants
Charles Bukowski
#45. How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make our broken bones rejoice!
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#46. Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn't she be fainting at his feet? But she's grinning.
Cassandra Clare
#47. Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.
Georgia O'Keeffe
#48. Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that's who. They know where they are, do you, do you?
Alice Sebold
#49. Pigpen goes silent and that causes my bones to quiver. The two of us get along because I'm the silent one and he's the one who can't shut up.
Katie McGarry
#50. I resisted the urge to hurl my plate at him. Of course not, Ian. It's just that normally at this hour, Bones and I are fucking like rabbits, so I get twitchy when I have to wait for him to climb aboard.
Jeaniene Frost
#51. Usually, you could rely on Americans to believe the worst about their heroes, but nobody wanted to hear that America's ascent to the Moon had been made with a ladder of bones.
Michael Chabon
#52. I just told you that I used to be a thief, a beggar, and a whore. Is it really fair for you to cry foul over my question? - Bones
Jeaniene Frost
#53. We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.
Peter De Vries
#54. How much does the iron in your blood and the calcium in your bones remember of the heart of the star in which they were born? And if they can forget that terrible, magnificent heat and light, what hope do I have of being more than an unremarkable footnote to you?
Seanan McGuire
#55. My parents said sticks and stones will break your bones but names will never hurt you. But I always felt a sense of exhilaration after a fight; it was the names that really hurt me.
Michael Franti
#56. History was full of the bones of good men who'd followed bad orders in the hope that they could soften the blow. Oh, yes, there were worse things they could do, but most of them began right where they started following bad orders.
Terry Pratchett
#57. I would savor every moment of my life that remained, suck its marrow, crunch its bones. And when the end came ... well, I would not be alone. That was a precious and holy thing.
N.K. Jemisin
#58. Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease - that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.
Lois McMaster Bujold
#59. I believe life is precious; I believe that to the marrow of my bones.
Richard Mourdock
#60. I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up.
Henry David Thoreau
#61. Um, I guess you're still mad about that whole harpy fiasco. I swear, I thought those caves were empty." "How did you overlook a hundred harpies nesting in that cave? Did the giant carpet of bones not tip you off?" "Oh, sure, complain now. But we found the trod to Athens, didn't we?
Julie Kagawa
#62. I'll tell you this, though. It's not true, that saying about sticks and stones; it's words that break your bones.
Merle Miller
#63. Besides, if Bones ever manifested the ability to control fire, Vlad would insist on a flame-off between them. He was competitive like that.
Jeaniene Frost
#64. I am not clear that God manoeuvres physical things? After all, a conjuring trick with bones only proves that it is as clever as a conjuring trick with bones
David Jenkins
#65. Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;
Wallace Stevens
#66. The love of God should electrify us, push us to hunger, and stir a fiery passion in our bones that cannot be quenched. Consistent lack of emotion in our spiritual walk can often be defined in one simple word: complacency.
John Crowder
#67. As I explore the wilderness of my own body, I see that I am made of blood and bones, sunlight and water, pesticide residues and redwood humus, the fears and dreams of generations of ancestors, particles of exploded stars.
Anne Cushman
#68. I don't think that eating bones is necessarily gruesome unless you're a vegetarian.
Greg Van Eekhout
#69. I could never go back to something like that. Not after having passion for someone, after seeing what it's like to want and feel something in your bones,
Shelly Crane
#70. To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.
Terry Tempest Williams
#71. Fighting is in my very bones. I don't have any fancy, noble reason like anger at my fate. I'm just like a gamecock that launches itself into battle after meaningless battle. I like fighting. That's why I can't stop.
Nahoko Uehashi
#72. That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.
Cassandra Clare
#73. I will devour you. I will lick your bones clean and crush them between my teeth. I will suck the marrow ... "
"That's nice," Kate said. "The shield.
Ilona Andrews
#74. The blues is deceptively simple. Verse and chorus. Sometimes not even a chorus. Four bars that repeat, no Auto-Tune, electricity optional. It is the most direct, bare-bones of content. There is no interference between the head and heart.
Shawn Amos
#75. Still he plied the lash without stint upon my poor body, until it seemed that the lacerated flesh was stripped from my bones at every stroke. A man with a particle of mercy in his soul would not have beaten even a dog so cruelly.
Solomon Northup
#76. I never expected to find myself here, on the edge of the continent
childless, possibly jobless, with broken bones and a broken marriage, citizen of a broken country. But here I am, and I must make something of it. That's really the only choice one has: make something of it, or don't.
Michelle Richmond
#77. The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even tho' it is vast and empty and untouchable ... and knows no kindness with all its beauty.
Georgia O'Keeffe
#78. I feel like I just have such the blood and bones of a New Yorker that I can almost imagine better, like, giving up the fight and not being able to afford the city and going out West, keeping a small place here, and then when I'm like 80, coming back here, living on the park and going to the theater.
Natasha Lyonne
#79. We're all just bags of bones and muscle and hormones; I'll never understand what makes our minds do the things we do. It's like that statue of the monkey holding a skull. We're trying to use a thing we don't understand to understand ourselves.
Meshell Ndegeocello
#80. That was a lie. Of course I remembered. The memory pounced on me the moment I fell asleep. Fire painted my bones when I kissed him. In the back of my head, I'd felt the kind of drowsy hunger that lit up my thoughts when I first ate demon fruit. For more and less. For something impossible.
Roshani Chokshi
#81. Lucien drew female eyes wherever he went. It wasn't just his height, or his Viking beauty, or his broad shoulders. The man exuded lust from his very bones: he emitted sexual charisma on a frequency that no woman could be expected to ignore.
Kitty French
#82. It was tragic how life had sucked her down to the bones, all her spontaneity her laughter and freedom had vanished. I knew then that I didn't ever want to be like that. Whatever happened, life was something too precious to give up on so easily.
Belinda Jeffrey
#83. I expected no miracles; I wasn't young enough for dreams; I knew in my bones that I couldn't escape my troubles by changing the view from my window.
Steven Millhauser
#84. But William felt in his bones that you couldn't run a city on the basis of what the Watch liked. The Watch would probably like it if everyone spent their time indoors, with their hands on the table where people could see them.
Terry Pratchett
#85. We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take.
Shinji Moon
#86. Whatever would give you the idea that I'm her damn brother?
Jeaniene Frost
#87. Sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can't
quite explain. Sometimes it's just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but
would sound foolish to anyone else.
Julia Quinn
#88. The real scam is that being bones isn't enough either. The game is rigged. There is no perfection.
Lindy West
#89. Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.
D.H. Lawrence
#90. That was how history worked, wasn't it? If it wasn't written down it never existed. You might leave behind jewelry and pottery, ornamental tombs, you might leave behind your own bones to be dug up at a later age, but none of those artifacts could express how you felt.
Kate Atkinson
#91. Richard M. Nixon honestly believed in his bones that an organized conspiracy of liberal media insiders had literally been plotting against him ever since he broke Alger Hiss in 1948 (he never shifted course, and lost his soul).
Rick Perlstein
#92. Think not that humility is weakness; it shall supply the marrow of strength to thy bones. Stoop and conquer; bow thyself and become invincible.
Charles Spurgeon
#93. What strikes me, the more I cook, is that the best recipes are ones where the basic anatomy is so sound it will survive multiple adjustments. When a recipe has good bones, you can change the seasoning, double the garlic, swap lime for lemon, and it still turns out delicious.
Bee Wilson
#94. Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)
Jeaniene Frost
#95. They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and arms and told me to think of my lungs as balloons. I just want to feel safe, I said.
Shane Jones
#96. I was afraid that if she went on much longer, her fingers would scrape away my skin, rip my flesh, crush my bones. The pillow was damp with saliva, and I wanted to scream.
Yoko Ogawa
#97. O cowardly amd tyrannous race of monks, persecutors of the bard, and the gleemen, haters of life and joy! O race that does not draw the sword and tell the truth! O race that melts the bones of the people with cowardice and with deceit! ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")
W.B.Yeats
#98. Well; I would rather die yonder than in a street, or on a frequented road, ' I reflected. 'And far better that crows and ravens -if any ravens there be in these regions- should pick my flesh from my bones, than that they should be prisoned in a work-house coffin, and moulder in a pauper's grave.
Charlotte Bronte
#99. She was the wish of his life. He didn't know how else to say it. He didn't even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.
C.J. Carlyon
#100. I have great, fond memories of Canada. I feel that one day my bones will more than likely end up there.
Aden Young
