Has No Bones Quotes

#1. La lingua non ha ossa, ma rompe il dorsol... The tongue has no bones but can break a man's back!

Wally Lamb

#2. The tongue has no bones, but can break a heart.

Ed Sheeran

#3. There's a lot of feeling that the school curriculum has been bare-bones, just drill and, again, no art, music, and so on and so forth

John Merrow

#4. For this indiscretion Seneca relegates the emperor (Claudius) to a Sisyphean gamester's hell: condemned eternally to pick up the bones and thow them into a dice cup that has no bottom.

Ricky Jay

#5. Hard words indeed break no bones, but many a heart has been broken by them.

Matthew Henry

#6. 'No Bones' has some reverb that I kick around.

J Mascis

#7. You cannot stare evil in the face; it has no face. It has no body, no bones, no blood. Any attempt to describe it ends in glibness and self-delusion.

Douglas Preston

#8. Although our package of skin and bones looks very convincing, it is a mask, an illusion, disguising our true self, which has no limitations.

Deepak Chopra

#9. Ray Parsons, you have no soul", she says, her voice gaining volume as she speaks. "You are a bag of skin. You are a pile of bones. Every cell that has ever split inside of you was a waste of energy. Where you walk you leave a vacuum. Your existence should cease.

Mindy McGinnis

#10. No Hindu community, however low, will touch cow's flesh. On the other hand, there is no community which is really an Untouchable community which has not something to do with the dead cow. Some eat her flesh, some remove the skin, some manufacture articles out of her skin and bones.

B.R. Ambedkar

#11. Toska." He leaned forward, too. "It's a Russian word. It has no translation into any other language, but the closest I've heard is the ache. A longing. The sense that something is missing, and even if you're not sure what it is, you ache for it. Down to your bones.

Maggie Hall

#12. She was older, no longer the wicked limber girl with the stalled Vespa, but no less beautiful to me for that: whatever elliptical beauty Cassie possesses has always lain not in the vulnerable planes of color and texture but deeper, in the polished contours of her bones.

Tana French

#13. You can't lose this war, because your Father has already won. This isn't a battle of skin and bones, flesh and blood. This is about your faith, about your identity. When you discover who you truly are, you discover there is no war left to fight at all.

Rachelle Dekker

#14. Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)

Jeaniene Frost

#15. 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

#16. Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script?

Glen Duncan

#17. On the day of the hunt I came to know in the slick center of my bones this one thing: all animals kill to survive, and we are animals.

Barbara Kingsolver

#18. 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

#19. Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.

H.S. Crow

#20. 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

#21. Can I help you? She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the middle of it all, the most extraordinary pair of light eyes, just the color of well-aged sherry.

Diana Gabaldon

#22. His blood is black and boiling hot, he gurgles ghastly groans. He'll cook you in his dinner pot, your skin, your flesh, your bones.

Jack Prelutsky

#23. 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