Top 100 Quotes About Ribs
#1. Some things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.
Toby Barlow
#2. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
William Shakespeare
#3. Luc?" rasped Rhy.
"I'm here," answered Alucard. "I'm here. Stay with me."
He tried to speak, but his heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to break through.
V.E Schwab
#4. I've got a head full of stories you still need to hear, starting with my ribs, ending with my whole life.
Bonnie Jo Campbell
#5. Shut up, Valdez." Frank gave him a bear hug. "And be careful." "Ribs," Leo squeaked. "Sorry." Annabeth and Percy wished them good luck. Then Percy excused himself to go throw up.
Rick Riordan
#6. I turned to face him, and when I saw him standing there in the pale, blue-gray sunlight, my breath caught somewhere beneath my ribs. The boy was probably my age, and about my height, too.
Danielle Paige
#7. He lay awake, restless, heart thumping so hard with alternating hatred and anger that he wondered if it would burst through his ribs. Panic made it beat even faster, sweat beaded his forehead and bathed his chest.
Anthony Ryan
#8. Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But hey, I haven't ever met a Trophy Wife, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.
Laurell K. Hamilton
#9. A smell of sandalwood boxes, a kind of glaze on the air from all the chintzes numbed his earthy vitality, he became all ribs and uniform.
Elizabeth Bowen
#10. It doesn't seem fair," he murmured, once again smoothing out her messy bed head. "You get all the morning sickness, the kicks in the ribs and the bloated stomach and swollen ankles, and I get nine months of sex without condoms.
Linda Kage
#11. Another tip to weld society together. Give the person up to bat at the ATM plenty of space so they're not nervous about you peeking at their PIN number or slipping a blade between their ribs the second the money spits out.
Tim Dorsey
#12. I'd never have gotten this far without you, I said.
Jack tipped his cap to me. My heart squirmed around to find a new position under my ribs. I closed the door fast before I could say something really stupid.
Sarah Zettel
#13. He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
Stephenie Meyer
#14. I would have done anything to stop the hitting. Anything. So much for human dignity, I think, a few whacks in the ribs and you're calling a fat guy God and eating soil at his request.
George Saunders
#15. Watching them together slipped a knife between my ribs and hit my heart exactly.
Colum McCann
#16. She consumes me
like a bright fire
burning deep
within my ribs.
Kirk Diedrich
#17. Feeling dead was better than when my heart hurt. Sometimes I thought it might burn through my ribs while I was asleep, and smolder in the sheets until the whole house caught fire.
Bryn Greenwood
#18. I've died 3 times, I've been shot in the back, stabbed once in my arm, stabbed 2 times in my back, run over by a truck, been poisoned, broke both of my arms, nose (3 times broken), ribs, both legs, but a broken heart hurt me the most.
Steve Kaufman
#19. You're cruel to make me laugh right now," Perry said, trying to keep as still as possible. Any sharp movement and his ribs felt like they'd crack.
"Sorry," Aria said. She was smiling, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.
"Yeah ... you look sorry.
Veronica Rossi
#20. She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?
Steven Levenkron
#21. Never believe a man can change a woman
those men are pretenders
who think
that they created women
from one of their ribs
Nizar Qabbani
#22. Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.
Veronica Rossi
#23. If Mattel ever makes a Drag Queen Barbie, they damn well ought to pattern that doll's proportions after Sister Rose. Those were legs that could crack a horse's ribs, and they knew how to move.
Cherie Priest
#24. Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat beading on my brow ... and I know it's time to bust out those "chocolate frogs" from Harry Potter.
Shannon Celebi
#25. Something breaks under my boot, and I know before I look down what I'll see. Bones. Human skulls, femurs, ribs. The bones of otherthings as well, things that starved once the humans rotted away. Twisted spines, elongated jaws. Teeth.
Caitlin Kittredge
#26. Roselyn corseted Shane in her second best bodice, causing Shane to question in gasps how women who could not heal cracked ribs managed the feat of breathing.
"Breathing," Roselyn assured her, "was overrated.
Thomm Quackenbush
#27. I was always shocked when I went to the doctor's office and they did my X-ray and didn't find that I had eight more ribs than I should have or that my blood was the color green.
Nicolas Cage
#28. My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.
Shane Koyczan
#29. Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, "So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?"
Clary thought of the male faerie's torn-open ribs and shuddered. "Nothing that pleasant.
Cassandra Clare
#30. Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.
Jeanne DuPrau
#32. I knew that a part of him would never be the same. They cracked more than his ribs.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#33. Soul-serving requires a heart that beats hard against the ribs. It requires a soul full of the milk of human kindness. This is the sine qua non of success.
Charles Spurgeon
#34. I grew up in Doraville, Georgia and I ate barbecued ribs and chicken fried steak, and all kinds of cheesy grits, you know, and I never even thought twice about it.
Kathy Freston
#35. Hmmm ... cooking with wine? I usually drink wine while cooking ... I do a good braised short ribs with cabernet, though. We're big red wine drinkers here. All that research showing that it's good for you takes the guilt away.
Alafair Burke
#36. It is as though he has just recognized me. Then his eyes continue to sweep, and my heart comes hammering back to my ribs. I'm just being paranoid.
Lauren Oliver
#37. The doctor tapped my ribs and eavesdropped on my heart.
Margaret Atwood
#39. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#40. Located two ribs below the heart, it is called hate.
Ibi Kaslik
#41. I know my husband really loves me because he takes me to have ribs. He says I'm the only girl he ever took out who actually ate anything on her plate, as opposed to pushing it around.
Julia Barr
#42. Was that what I'd have to do? Pry my ribs open and see whose hands fit, whose fingers were stained with the same red inside me?
Leah Raeder
#43. By the time he said, "Love you," he was already pulling away. Georgie wanted to catch him by the shoulders. She wanted to hug him until her feet left the ground. She wanted to tuck her head into his neck and feel his arms a little too hard around her ribs.
Rainbow Rowell
#44. Around her ribs and waist were curves of the kind that wind carves in snowdrifts.
Jonathan Franzen
#45. her ribs hugged her heart and the air went back to tasting like birthday cake. He
C.C. Hunter
#46. He dropped my fingers and planted his palms on the counter, one on either side of me. He kept them close enough that his arms were brushing my ribs as he hovered over me. His blue eyes locked on mine, the serious gaze deepening. I want to know if you want to. Will you go to the movies with me?
C.L.Stone
#47. Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.
Akshay Vasu
#48. Rumors, stories ... I'm used to them. I got my ribs removed, I was on 'The Wonder Years' ... You know there's a different story every day.
Marilyn Manson
#49. We all know the moon isn't made out of blue cheese ... but if it was made out of bbq spare ribs would you eat it?
Harry Caray
#50. We stood there for a long moment before he said, "You know, we still have like, half an hour down here. Seems a shame to waste it." I poked him in the ribs, and he gave an exaggerated wince. "No way, dude. My days of cellar, mill, and dungeon lovin' are over. Go castle or go home.
Rachel Hawkins
#51. She walked to work every day feeling starkly, conspicuously alone. It seemed that everyone else on the street had someone to keep them company, someone to laugh with and confide in and nudge in the ribs. All those packs of young girls who'd already figured everything out.
Anne Tyler
#52. If you try putting a woman on a horse when she does not want to go, she may put a knife in your ribs.
Robert Jordan
#53. When I'm lonely, frustrated or hurt it usually comes from a male person and from unrequited love. I often carry that pain around with me and my ribs actually start to ache. That's when I sit down and write.
Pamela Anderson
#54. Then his eyes continue to sweep, and my heart comes hammering back against my ribs. I'm just being paranoid. Julian fumbles with the
Lauren Oliver
#55. When you love a woman, you love yourself, and it's terrible really, how it seems perfectly possible to swallow the other. With a man you want to join, you want your ribs to connect like handcuffs. But with a woman if you swallow, she becomes you.
Darcey Steinke
#56. I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death.
John Milton
#57. It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.
Jodi Picoult
#58. The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#59. I've broken my nose, I've broken ribs. You name it. In fact, we just got back from South America, and I fell over a monitor speaker on the stage and almost ended up in the front row of the audience. I managed to sprain my wrist on that one but luckily nothing was broken.
Keith Emerson
#60. Ringside seats mean you hear the breaking of ribs, the splattered cartilage of what was once the boxer's nose, the dislocation of the jaw, the horrifying 'ugggh' that the boxer utters milliseconds after receiving a crushing left hook to the solar plexus or kidneys or head.
Dan Hill
#61. Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I'm on the road with my shield on my arm.
Che Guevara
#63. The first essential in any book is that it have something significant to say --a book that leaves the reader with bigger ideas than when he began reading - that stimulates his thinking, stretches his mind, deepens his feelings. A good book sticks to your ribs.
Rebecca Caudill
#64. Her face brightened with a sudden flash of mischief, and without warning she punched him, surprisingly hard, in the ribs. "There!" she said. "Now I feel much better.
Aldous Huxley
#65. Yeah," he said, eyelashes lowering as his gaze traced the movement of her fingers. "It hurt me being away from you. It feels like there's a hook dug in under my ribs, and there's something pulling at the other end. Like I'm tethered to you, no matter the distance.
Cassandra Clare
#66. She smelled romantic, if he could claim romance as a scent, like a melting, sweet Alabama summer evening. The fragrance gathered in the hollow place between his heart and ribs.
Rachel Hauck
#67. She bit her lip; she missed Ash. It was like a pain in her ribs, an ache that wouldn't cease. His experience would have been a big help, but more than that, he never made her feel inferior. Funny how her father was so good at that.
Annette Marie
#68. Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.
Lauren Oliver
#69. I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones and fractured ribs and broken wrists.
Erik Estrada
#70. She let Sicarius lead since he had that knack for getting people to move out of his way without doing anything. Amaranthe, on the other hand, received elbows in the ribs or suggestive jostles from drunken men. Maybe she should try wearing all black and glaring more often.
Lindsay Buroker
#72. You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough
You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough
Lorde
#73. She could see now that some of the grime that covered him was blood. He looked to be six or seven years old. His ribs were showing and his belly sunk in towards his spine, leaving a hollow above his hips.
Shirley A. Martin
#74. she had carried anxiety with her to work every morning and brought it home with her every night; a nameless, inconsiderate companion that had a habit of poking her in the ribs whenever she was trying to relax.
Joe Hill
#75. I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.
Hisham Matar
#76. I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.
Marya Hornbacher
#77. It was while bent over, trying to breathe through the pain of bruised ribs, with the sensation of spit running down his cheek that Jason decided he was going to die.
Paul W.S. Bowler
#78. But when I look in the basin, among the curdlike blood clots, I see and elfin thorax, attentuated, its pencilline ribs all in parallel rows with tiny knobs of spine rounding upwards. A translucent arm and hand swim beside.
Sallie Tisdale
#79. Ray Lewis knifed through those offensive linemen like a sucker-punch switchblade slicing between the ribs of some inebriated trash-talking punk outside a sports bar.
Dennis Miller
#80. At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood-nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs.
Erich Maria Remarque
#81. Here is a book to savor?flavorful and nutritious, it sticks to the mind's ribs. The 'New Agrarianism' is about Americans re-learning how to care for the land, and Eric Freyfogle has thoughtfully assembled a banquet of eloquent voices.
Tony Hiss
#82. A sharp and familiar pang pierced his heart, rattled around his ribs, and then settled in his stomach like a rotting, dead weight. He took a swig of his Jack on the rocks, the burn not quite dulling the ache that had haunted him for two decades. God, he missed Anna. Enforcer's Redemption
Carrie Ann Ryan
#83. Bread pudding makes me weak. I have been known to be moved to tears by cookies and ice cream, and ribs are a spiritual experience for me.
Bill Rancic
#84. I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.
Diana Gabaldon
#85. Is it true the ribs can tell The kick of a beast from a Lover's fist?
Maya Angelou
#87. You make a nice mum,' I mumbled.
'I always hoped one day the woman of my dreams would say those words to me,' he said, ruffling my vomity hair. I would've poked him in the ribs in reprisal, but I lacked the motor skills.
Mhairi McFarlane
#88. That's when a woman finds herself
when she's in love. I don't care if she is old or fat or homely or prosy. She feels that little flutter under her ribs and she drops from the tree like a ripe plum.
Christopher Morley
#89. You look about as trapped as a piglet at a baby back ribs cookoff.
Colleen Houck
#90. Opening a family-style restaurant with comfort food like mac 'n' cheese, ribs and burgers has always been my dream.
Bridget Hall
#91. Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.
Chelsea Cain
#92. The true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. You have to love Anita Blake ... ...
Laurell K. Hamilton
#93. All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel-
just so's we can burn so
furious beautiful.
Jack Kerouac
#94. How are my ribs? They're so meaningless it's hard to believe,
Harry Reid
#95. I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I could kiss you!" Chubs cried.
"Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them.
Alexandra Bracken
#96. Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.
Cornelia Funke
#97. At that level, every goal is like a knife in the ribs.
Gordon Banks
#98. I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
Beth Revis
#99. Caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.
V.E Schwab
#100. How do you feel? (Maggie)
Like I got hit by a bus that decided to back up a few times and make sure it finished the job. I think it must have ground its tires on my ribs during the last run. You know, just in case I might actually want to breathe again in my lifetime. (Wren)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
