Top 100 Quotes About Bones
#1. Do you have a name?" asked Gerta. "I do," said the raven. Gerta waited. The raven fluffed its beard. "I am the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God."
T. Kingfisher
#2. The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.
Jodi Picoult
#3. So, let us push on now, and remember ourselves back to the wild soul. Let us sing her flesh back onto our bones.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
#4. 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
#5. A man driving a wagonload of children in a cage doesn't have to state his business. A farmer whose flesh lies sunken around his bones, and whose eyes are the colour of hunger, doesn't have to explain himself if he walks up to such a man. Hunger lies beneath all of our ugliest transactions.
Mark Lawrence
#6. Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.
Junot Diaz
#7. 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
#8. Bury me and I'll thrive as countless insects.
I bend neither to your weapon nor will.
Even as you trample upon my bones I cower not under your soulless tread, or fear your shadow casting upon my grave.
Vaddey Ratner
#9. For the first few years after I lost weight, I would feel for my hip bones every morning when I woke up so I would know I wasn't fat. It was like pinching myself so I'd know I wasn't dreaming.
Jean Nidetch
#10. I can't understand
why dark northern soldiers
and light ones
are seperated into different brigades.
The dead are all buried together
in hasty mass graves,
bones touching.
Margarita Engle
#11. We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.
Walter Mosley
#12. My organs are dead, my bones are cracked, my skin is a sieve, punctured by pins and needles of pain.
Tahereh Mafi
#13. The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.
Katherine McIntyre
#14. The workouts have positively impacted the astronauts' bones and muscles, and they are coming back in really good shape. But some are losing bone and muscle but not as much as we saw in the early days.
Scott Kelly
#15. Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Jeaniene Frost
#16. O Lazy bones! Dost thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'st use them?
Benjamin Franklin
#17. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will break our spirit.
James Howe
#18. 54. The children of the Spanish lion, said Ruben Dario, a born optimist. The children of Walt Whitman, Jose Marti, and Violeta Parra; torn apart, forgotten, in mass graves, at the bottom of the sea, the Trojan destiny of their mingled bones terrifying the survivors.
Roberto Bolano
#19. To get a human through a life, lives of broken bones, knock-me-over-with-a-feather susceptibility to myriad viruses, and whatever else might befall someone will cost money.
Henry Rollins
#20. 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
#21. 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
#23. I hear him in the creak and groan of the floorboards as the summer nights stretch them, can visualize him sitting at the foot of my bed, saying, Other houses have support beams and foundations. Ours has bones and a heartbeat. I
Emily Henry
#24. I think for my bones and my size, I better stay with my 60 kilo.
Karl Lagerfeld
#25. Everything he did was a physical thing. When he spoke, my bones ached. When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on my skin.
Tyra Lynn
#26. 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
#27. Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.
Jay Woodman
#28. Seeped into his bones from decades of sitting outdoors in
Kamila Shamsie
#29. 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
#30. Bones was in high spirits. Why wouldn't he be? He had just hypothetically fucked
me into incomprehension.
Jeaniene Frost
#31. 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
#32. Of the two hundred bones in the human body, more than a quarter are in the foot. It is a more complicated instrument than an automobile transmission, and it is treated with far less consideration.
Barbara Kingsolver
#33. You got beat up. Bones and bruises heal. Those girls didn't win because they didn't do what they wanted. They wanted to break you.
I was already broken.
You're not broken at all.
Tijan
#34. A good thing to have up your sleeve is a sanctified funny-bone.
Charles Studd
#35. Once a man is truly dead and carried pale and cold across the Styx--once Old Bones has put an arm about his shoulders and walked him through the Gate into Darkness--might Science yet summon him back?
Ian Weir
#36. It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed,
but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.
Jasmine Jean
#37. To the fans of the Night Huntress series, thank you for letting Cat and Bones into your lives. This one's for you!
Jeaniene Frost
#38. Must be wicked, sexy thoughts about what I'd do with Toby Dawson if I could just peel those jeans off his body and jump his bones, then.-
Carolyn Brown
#39. 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
#40. 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
#41. I suppose he doesn't know where he stands anymore. Not a rebel, not a prince, not sure of anything except the fire in his bones.
Victoria Aveyard
#42. 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
#43. Nobody. Mr nobody. Mr bones and mr had enough and mr arthur itis. Now get out and leave me alone.
David Almond
#44. The brittle bones beneath my chest cracked, piercing my heart. It was you who breathed new life into my lungs and it was you who would later syphon the life you had given so as to feed your selfish desires
Sonya Watson
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. Honey, these aren't ordinary penis bones." "Not the kind you pick up at Walgreens, with a bottle of aspirin and a scented candle?
Cherie Priest
#48. 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
#49. Bloody hell, grandsire," were Bones's first words as he approached. "You've left behind a wreckage of burned bodies, dead vampires, missing persons, threatened Guardians, and video evidence of our race's existence. Then you go on holiday. You really do have a death wish
Jeaniene Frost
#50. 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
#51. Sonny was a spiky ray of light to those lucky enough to be close to him, but life had taught him to play his cards close to his chest.
Garrett Leigh
#52. 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
#53. Sometimes,
I doubt the courage
My bones are made of
And then,
A breath finds her way in
And her way out
The half-way-almost-full moon
Smiles down;
My heart sighs
And quietly whispers:
I remember.
Bryonie Wise
#54. How about some hot chocolate, Mrs. C?" Beck asked. "Warm those crabby old bones of yours." "Let's hope you're hung, young man, because you're certainly not charming.
Kate Meader
#55. A well-read fool is the most pestilent of blockheads; his learning is a flail which he knows not how to handle, and with which he breaks his neighbor's shins as well as his own. Keep a fellow of this description at arm's length, as you value the integrity of your bones.
Stanislaw Leszczynski
#56. 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
#57. A trembling in the bones may carry a more convincing testimony than the dry documented deductions of the brain.
Llewellyn Powers
#58. 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
#59. I was always in hospital as a kid: I had a tumour on my knee, lots of broken bones. I loved climbing trees.
Abbey Lee Kershaw
#60. You like the party?
Is it in honour of anything?
My cat's birthday.
Where's your cat?
I don't know, he ran away.
Cassandra Clare
#61. People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.
Lee Smith
#62. Life is a system of recurrent pairs, the poison and the antidote being eternally packaged together by some considerate heavenly druggist.
Mary McCarthy
#64. And I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
Aimee Bender
#65. Let the skin be like water, let the flesh hang from the bones.
Dharma Mittra
#66. All the rest of the world could only kill or devastate my mind and body. Bones alone held the power to demolish my soul.
Jeaniene Frost
#67. 11 And the LORD will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be u like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.
Anonymous
#68. 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
#69. 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
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. The pubic bones (seen on x ray) are now well defined and represent a remarkable rebuilding of bone and halting of the cancer process. The ischium are also reforming and the illi (hip bones) likewise show diminution of bone lysis. No sane, honest physician could call this a "spontaneous remission."
Robert Willner
#74. What a nice neat deep trench,' I said. 'Er - should Nefret be down in it?'
'She thought she saw a skull,' Ramses said. 'You know how she is about bones.
Elizabeth Peters
#75. That's what vampires do, Kitten. We always come for what's ours, no matter the circumstances. Bones said.
Jeaniene Frost
#76. I am a writer: to the core of my being, the marrow of my bones ... to the depth of my very soul. I am a writer.
Valjeanne Jeffers
#77. Warmth rushes through me because Kismet always prevails.
The jury has decided. I feel it in my bones.
Courtney Cole
#78. This is no different than what happens at the Skull and Bones initiation ... I'm talking about people having a good time, these people, you ever heard of emotional release? You ever heard of the need to blow some steam off?
Rush Limbaugh
#79. I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.
Tahereh Mafi
#80. Let me make no bones about it: I write from the standpoint of Christian orthodoxy. Nothing is more repulsive to me than the idea of myself setting up a little universe of my own choosing and propounding a little immoralistic message. I write with a solid belief in all the Christian dogmas.
Flannery O'Connor
#81. But reality, as they say, bites. Chomps, even. Chews, mashes and swallows. And then spits out the bones at the end. The
Cecily Anne Paterson
#82. 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
#83. It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
Christopher Poindexter
#84. Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
Nikita Gill
#85. The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of love even amidst the ruins. This is a terrifying, heart-breaking and, ultimately, important book.
Junot Diaz
#86. 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
#87. I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones.
Philip Roth
#88. God knows the angel's wings must have been over us in view of the terrible mortality in all other camps up an down this line which seemed to be being built in bones.
Edward Dunlop
#89. Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.
Catharine Arnold
#90. God, Bones, fuck me. I love you, I love you." The words hit like a cannon-ball on a flimsy chessboard, obliterating the entire battlefield in one blow.
Lucian Bane
#91. Can I help you with something?"
Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you."
Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.
Cassandra Clare
#92. He is imprinted in my bones, my soul. He has marked me in ways more permanent than time.
Nina Lane
#93. It was the calm before the storm, and holy crap, my bones knew it was going to be the storm of my life.
Tijan
#94. FEMA I always thought was a bone here in your ass.
Lewis Black
#95. 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
#96. Doctrine is the frame-work of life; it is the skeleton of truth, to be clothed and rounded out by the living graces of a holy life. It is only the lean creature whose bones become offensive.
Adoniram Judson Gordon
#97. I'm in, Cat. I'd never leave you. Especially when you've got death breathing down your neck." "Very funny," I retorted, since Bones was inches from my throat
Jeaniene Frost
#98. I am the land, the bones of the hills," he said fiercely, "I am the winter. When I am dead, I will come for you all in the coldest nights.
Conn Iggulden
#99. With his fingers, he followed the shape of her chin, her jaw, and learned her features, committing them to memory. Her face was small, her bones fragile. Exquisite.
Sofia Grey
#100. I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.
Cath Crowley
