My Rib Quotes

#1. It would leave a little rotten spot, right here." I push my fist into the soft space beneath my rib cage. "Something that would only get bigger and darker with time.

Amy Engel

#2. And that feeling, that attachment I'd felt to him was no longer a hook, but an anchor buried deep in my rib cage.

Cora Carmack

#3. You can die of a broken heart
it's scientific fact
and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me.

Abby McDonald

#4. The idea that I'm someone's best friend fills my rib cage with summer.

Julie Murphy

#5. I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.

Anna Carey

#6. I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

Andrea Gibson

#7. A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will
over and over.

Haruki Murakami

#8. The shot has gone under my rib, Boulard my boy, so it must have been the shortest one who fired.
Even his final sigh was a police investigation.

Timothee De Fombelle

#9. He skims his fingers across my neck to move aside my long braid, and I try not to remember the protective look on his face from earlier or notice his earthy scent or the way my rib cage squirms as he leans in, like I've got a trapped butterfly in there.

Mary Weber

#10. What are you doing?" I say hoarsely as he trails a finger from the beauty mark on my rib cage to the one on my hip, leaving a path of goose bumps in his wake.
"Connecting the dots," he murmurs with a wicked look. "Uh-oh, you made me lose my place. Now I have to start all over again ...

Laura Wiess

#11. I think I had about a month off when I broke my rib in Australia, which was magnificent.

Kevin Pietersen

#12. The heartless king has found his heart after all. It rests beneath my rib cage.

Laura Thalassa

#13. In the muted silence I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, beating on my rib cage like it was trying to bust out to see what was wrong with the man it belonged to.

Quil Carter

#14. What did I expect, that you would wrap my rib cage with those enormous hands in which horses must be measured, lifting me overhead with the stern reproach that is every Western woman's sly delight, "You're too thin"?

Lionel Shriver

#15. I'm so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara)
Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I'm all right. (Syn)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#16. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you've grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.

Elijah Noble El

#17. I felt so sad that it felt like my rib cage was collapsing in on itself.

Emery Lord

#18. What sparked my interest in the combat sports in general was my older brother. I guess older brothers are supposed to pick on their young brothers, but mine took it to a whole new level. He broke my collarbone, broke my rib, and knocked my teeth out.

Jake Hecht

#19. The same thing happens every time- another hole opens up in my rib cage.
Hearing everything.
Hearing nothing.

Fanny Britt

#20. Buffalo rib-eye steaks, on the grill, is my favorite meal, seriously. It has less fat, more vitamins and more protein than beef. It is wonderful. Look, it was what the Indians ate, and they were very healthy. It's very good meat.

Terry Crews

#21. My mother cooked her last Christmas standing rib roast in 1987 and died a few weeks afterward.

Michelle Huneven

#22. Just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. Formed

Marcel Proust

#23. Cnut Longsword had near killed me with his blade Ice-Spite and it was small consolation that Serpent-Breath had sliced his throat in the same heartbeat that his sword had broken a rib and pierced my lung.

Bernard Cornwell

#24. Though I'd proven to be a wretched, foolish woman, I knew deep in my broken heart that God was still just as good and loving as he'd been the moment he plucked a rib from Adam's side and used that bone to give me life.

Kristen Reed

#25. Today I saw my inner planet: a cracked rib, air in the lungs, fatty liver and an open heart.

Jaime Garcia

#26. I always felt safe and protected. My dad is 6'6 and 280 pounds, so I basically felt protected, and I aspire to have my kids feel the same way.

Rib Hillis

#27. You know, not everybody can afford to pay $58 for prime rib or $650 for a bottle of wine. My friends and I cook for regular families who worry about feeding their kids and paying the bills.

Paula Deen

#28. Should God create another Eve, and I
Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,
Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

John Milton

#29. I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.
I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.

Lauren Oliver

#30. When I was in medical school, I embarrassed myself horribly when I found a 'lump' in my breast and frantically ran to one of the older doctors to find out if I had cancer. I found out I had a rib.

Susan M. Love

#31. Another time I cracked two of the vertebrae in my back and broke a rib.

Zakk Wylde

#32. Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs.

Marcel Proust

#33. I have nothing left to lose. Which is why I drive my shoulder into her rib cage, hoist her off the floor, and bulldoze us both through the glass wall, into the storm outside.

Anna Banks