Top 82 Your Ribs Quotes
#1. You. Are. Amazing. Meg, I love a woman who looks like a woman. I don't want to be worried that I'll snap you in half, and when I lay on your stomach, I don't want your ribs poking me in the face.
Kristen Proby
#2. Grits are hot; they are abundant, and they will by-gosh stick to your ribs. Give your farmhands (that is, your children) cold cereal for breakfast and see how many rows they hoe. Make them a pot of grits and butter, and they'll hoe till dinner and be glad to do it.
Janis Owens
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. If you break your sternum or your ribs, you can still move. It's going to hurt, but if you can cope with it, you'll do it.
Tony McCoy
#8. You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.
A. Merc Rustad
#9. How clear the realization one is going mad
the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.
Jack Kerouac
#10. I want to take long romantic walks up your arm with my lips.
I wanna picnic on the arc of your neck and sneak a bottle of wine
in a thermos with you and get stoned
somewhere on the mossy side of your ribs.
Shinji Moon
#11. Dr. Craig says you're the only patient he ever treated who kept saying nothing hurt when he examined you right until you passed out. You think I believe your ribs are all right?
Ellen O'Connell
#12. I am going to pull the music
from your mouth and furthermore
I'll take the orange aching light that splits
your ribs when I or any
beautiful things come at you.
Mark Bibbins
#13. I would love to tell you I've found the secret to eternal youth. I go to the gym and avoid too many chips. I love to eat, hate to work out, but if you can't count all your ribs from a distance you're considered obese.
Jason Isaacs
#14. How are you?"
"Perfectly fine," he said.
"Are your ribs broken?"
"Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully."
"Did this settle anything?"
"It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?"
"I saw.
Ilona Andrews
#15. I can be whatever it takes to be a folksinger. Folk music to me, if we had to have a definition, is portable music. A lot of what I do is flash, gesture, athletics, but what it comes down to is getting across a melody that will help it stick to your ribs, and being able to take it from town to town.
Vance Gilbert
#16. There Adam slept, and God formed the body of woman from one of his ribs, signifying that she should stand at his side as a companion and never lie at his feet like a slave, and also that he should love her as his own flesh.
Christine De Pizan
#17. Gabriel woke him up at the crack of dawn with a cup of water to the face and a kick in the ribs.
Brigid Kemmerer
#18. His ribs were as visible as hands around a cup.
Edmund White
#19. I hadn't seen Jennifer in a week. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder.Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal. Take my heart for example. It hadn't stopped hurling itself against my ribs - at odd times, day or night - for a week.
Penny Reid
#20. Baby, I'm the oldest of three boys. I can handle a fist to the face, an elbow to the ribs, even a flying tackle. But a woman's tears? They scare me, straight to the bone.
Samanthe Beck
#21. I've kind of banned myself from motorcycles. I've had broken ribs, broken shoulder, wrists, leg, broken collarbone - and it was all from motocross or rugby. All of my injuries have come from outside of sailing.
James Spithill
#22. He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. "I hate this. I hate it so much." His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. "I feel like some essential organ is being ripped from me.
Kristen Callihan
#23. You crawled inside my
ribs to die.
Giant becomes squirrel
becomes a dirt-wet girl
feverishly alive.
Virginia Petrucci
#24. Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already."
"Can you actually do that?"
Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs ... I'll have to try it sometime.
Ilona Andrews
#25. I love pork. I love a good BLT. I know that sounds horrible but I do. I'm a total foodie. I love cooking and I love traveling and I love finding new places to eat and new cuisines to eat. Don't be shocked if you see me munching down on a baby back rib.
Bob Bergen
#26. In that wounded place,
buried between
my ribs and letting go,
I miss you.
Jessica Kristie
#27. Do you like eighties music, Nurse Willowes?" "Can we discuss the oldies another time?" "What? What? The oldies? I've already had a man kicking in my ribs, and now you pull out my heart." "Hey!
Joe Hill
#28. Her hand slid beneath his shirt with all the practiced grace of a thief. But this time she wanted him to feel her touch, her palms gliding over his ribs and around his back, fingertips digging into her shoulder blades.
V.E Schwab
#29. I love you,' cooed Fake Amy. 'You dance so much better than the Doctor.'
'Silly.' Real Amy nudged her in the ribs. 'Hippos dance better than the Doctor.
James Goss
#30. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.
Laurell K. Hamilton
#31. I want to crush my cigarette on his eyelid. I would rather he keep fucking me for the rest of the night than lie here staring at me tracing my ribs with his fingertips, acting like what happened meant something.
Amy Reed
#32. 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
#33. Well,
sometimes if something is really important to you, it
gets stuck in your body," he said, poking her ribs and
making her laugh. "So even if your mind thinks that it's
gone, it's still in there, kind of hiding inside of you, just
waiting for you to remember. It never goes away.
Priscilla Glenn
#34. HEARTS ARE
WILD CREATURES
THAT'S WHY
OUR RIBS
ARE CAGES.
Anonymous
#35. I have Bob Dylan lyrics on my ribs. I'm a diehard Dylan fan, and my dad and I joke that if I ever met him, I'd have him sign his name right under my tattoo and then I'd run to the parlor to get his signature tattooed.
Carly Chaikin
#36. Dali elbowed Jim in the ribs. "What he meant to say was he is sorry that duties of his office and his own paranoid nature caused him to overreact." Jim looked like someone had hit him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper. "Yes." "And
Ilona Andrews
#37. I was struggling happily with my ribs. Normally I ended up with barbecue sauce in my socks when I ate ribs, but I always figured they were worth it.
Robert B. Parker
#38. C'mon. Just a plate of food, and I promise, you don't have to talk to anyone. You can just perch yourself in the corner, eat a plate of ribs, and glower." She winked. "You know, be your usual self.
Susan May Warren
#39. Quit that." Lisa jabbed an elbow at my ribs.
"Quit what?"
"Quit looking at him like that," she warned in a hushed tone. "I'm not kidding, Amelie. He's dangerous. He boils kittens in ritual sacrifice."
Katie wrinkled her nose. "He does not, Lisa."
"You don't know that.
Cecily White
#40. I FUCKING LOVE HER! I scream, my heart thrashing in my ribs.
Krista Ritchie
#41. Love pull your sore ribs in. I will pull your tangles out.
Sara Quin
#42. The ribs are the wings of the body. Open your wings.
B.K.S. Iyengar
#43. You know I still don't like your ... hobby."
"Didn't ask your opinion." Jake rubbed his aching ribs. "If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.
Cherise Sinclair
#44. Perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.
Henry Rollins
#45. Did you accomplish anything in your meeting with Kynan and Arik?"
Limos, looking proud of herself, bobbed her head excitedly. "I broke Arik's ribs."
Reaver exhaled on a deep sigh. "Anything else?
Larissa Ione
#46. Ashes have no fear to burn in hell
In your heart's paradise angels dwell
Rib cage fastens all sins of the wrong
Your bones will sing you mortality's song
Munia Khan
#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. 'Translations,' Lateran said scornfully, examining the bruises along Kestrel's ribs. 'Like caressing your lover through a burlap sack. You get the gesture of the thing, but not the nuance, and it is overall an irritating experience.'
L.S. Baird
#49. Love is stealthy hiding under ribs.
Veda Hille
#50. I'm not saying eating babies should be legal, but when they're so delicious, what's the harm in it? I don't know what tastes better, their innocence or their gooey rib butter.
Zach Braff
#51. It is not that it is religious or it is not religious, it is called attitude of gratitude, it is called thanking God for giving you elbows and knees, giving you ribs and the glandular system, giving you head and skull and brain.
Harbhajan Singh Yogi
#52. I just had his hand in a vise," I protested indignantly. "It wasn't like I had a dagger in his ribs. 'Hand in a vise' is simple assault or, in my case, self-defense. 'Dagger in the ribs' is attempted murder. My family did teach me the difference.
Lisa Shearin
#53. And always, in my pocket, in my skin, in the back of my mind, the hollowness where he used to be. The empty circle where my finger used to fit into the ring. The crimson flakes and ruby dust strewn across the ledges of my ribs.
Leah Raeder
#54. Another of Shantideva's wise sentences rang in Chongan's mind: "May those whose hell it is to hate and hurt be turned into lovers bringing flowers." Chongan imagined that the remains of Shantideva's holy ribs could transform Satan rather than vice versa.
Katerina Sestakova Novotna
#55. Adam, who said to our Lord in the Garden of Eden, I got more ribs - you got more broads? Never got a dinner!
Red Buttons
#56. Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Canada are the horns, the head, the neck, the shins, and the hoof of the ox, and the United States are the ribs, the sirloin, the kidneys, and the rest of the body.
William Cobbett
#57. Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#58. As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
Henry Ward Beecher
#59. Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.
Ilona Andrews
#60. The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Robert Herrick
#61. When I'm on the road traveling, the things I miss most are my two children and barbecuing with friends. Rack of ribs, lamb and veal are my specialties.
Angel Cabrera
#62. You're killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her
shape - her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to
yank up her skirt. "But it's a damn fine way for a man to die.
Laura Lee Guhrke
#63. Wake up, my guest /
You have slept long /
In the house of my ribs, /
The House of my heart /
Wake up now, /
See through my eyes, /
Walk with my feet, /
Yush, my old friend
Greg Keyes
#64. ...clutching the Book to his chest, under his crossed arms, as if trying to press it into his ribs, until his lungs filled with letters and his heart became a pulsing paragraph.
Traci Chee
#65. His heart, which seemed to have swollen to an unnatural size, was thumping loudly under his ribs.
J.K. Rowling
#66. Bruised but not broken, Dr Robinet told me before I left. I though the was talking about my spirit, but he'd been referring to my ribs.
Gayle Forman
#67. I grill all the time - burgers, ribs, chicken, steak, and fish.
Michael Strahan
#68. You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.
James M. Barrie
#69. Golden arrow? And what would we do with a golden arrow? Give it to Alan for a lute string? I could hang it around my neck on a chain, perhaps, and let it stab me in the ribs when I tried to sit.
Robin McKinley
#70. My sister Rose lives on the mantelpiece.
Well, some of her does.
A collarbone, two ribs, a bit of skull, and a little toe.
Annabel Pitcher
#71. I went to the park and watched the pigeons bob their heads and I felt so lonely that I hoped someone would come along and stick a knife into my ribs just so they could have my empty wallet.
Matthew Quick
#72. His hand found her chin, gently tipping her face up to look at him. "Kitty."
"What?" She finally looked at him, exposing a vulnerability in her eyes that made his heart pound behind his ribs.
"Dibs.
Sarah Robinson
#73. I took a deep, deep breath and held it in my core; kept it close behind my protruding, fleshless ribs. I swallowed it whole. I was home.
Ava Bloomfield
#75. Would you eat the moon if it were made of ribs?
Harry Caray
#76. When the going gets tough, the tough eat ribs.
Nora Roberts
#77. Anyway, my ribs hurt like hell, my vision is still blurry from acceleration sickness, I'm really hungry, it'll be another 211 days before I'm back on Earth, and, apparently, I smell like a skunk took a shit on some sweat socks. This is the happiest day of my life.
Andy Weir
#78. Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.
Jacqueline Wilson
#79. The Doctor once more gave me a bunch of medication and checked on my ribs. "Done with the motherfucker," he said, showing me his back as he headed toward the door.
Mohamedou Ould Slahi
#80. A tom cat hijacked a plane, stuck a pistol into the pilot's ribs and demanded: 'Take me to the canaries'.
Bob Monkhouse
#81. That treacherous little black heart that sits behind my ribs, as always when I think of her, begins to beat to a slow and ominous rhythm, betraying me so cruelly that I wish I could rip it from my chest and be free of it forever.
J.A. Redmerski
#82. . . .She started to feel a bubble of lightness coming up through her ribs. It had been very fragile at first, but she thought now it was made of something stronger than suds. . .
(p. 121)
Natasha Pulley
