Bones Quotes

Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” “In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.

I’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

I wrote the first draft of my first novel at Michigan, and then I wrote the first draft of 'Salvage the Bones' at Stanford. So I workshopped the entire thing.

Great lovers lie in Hell, the stubborn ones Infatuate of the flesh upon the bones; Stuprate, they rend each other when they kiss, The pieces kiss again, no end to this.

For me all governments are my enemies and I've never made any bones about it any other way other than directly, and I don't fly the left flag or the right flag, me, I'm common sense.

He that buys land buys many stones, He that buys flesh buys many bones, He that buys eggs buys many shells, But he that buys good ale buys nothing else.

But who knows what good might come from the least of us? From the bones of old horses is made the most beautiful Prussian Blue.

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.

You are enough, which I believe is critical for any human being to get in their bones.

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?

The Englishman walks before the law like a trained horse in the circus. He has the sense of legality in his bones, in his muscles.

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.

You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

Take two bodies and you twirl them into one, their hearts and their bones, and they won't come undone.

Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.

This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones I can wash the dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones

Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made / Something more equal to the centuries / Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.

The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.

My bones are destined to make corals in the Ganga.

The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.

Of course, just because we've heard a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream of the sort to make your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn't automatically mean there's anything wrong.

Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

I love to evoke the bones and meat and thoughts of characters.

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

Most American diets, even bad ones, provide more than enough calcium for bone health, especially for men.

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, you know they're gonna be there. Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they'll be coming up for air.

Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.

Morning breaks. So do bottles and bones.

We are simultaneously the most hated, loved, feared and admired nation on this planet. In short, we are Frank Sinatra.

He stepped closer to her. "Thank you for saving me," he said softly, and wrapped the bones of his arms around her. Valkyrie smiled and hugged him back.

In early times, before the floods swept across the world, there was life, albeit odd, as one can see from the fossils of mammoth bones, and there was the regime of Prince Metternich.

They laughed at me and then I shot them. I took their cheating, scheming bones to Miller's cave.

Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.

The worst dog gets the best bone.

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.

The dinosaurs aren't remembered for much more than their bones. When humanity's gone, what do we give to this little planet that we're on, and what could we do collectively, removing the pride?

The dinosaurs are remember only by their bones. What will we be remembered for with humanity?

I originally worked as an archaeologist in North Carolina, and when bones were found police would take them out to the bones lady at the university, and that was me.

They're not prosthetics. They're my bones. They come out when I’m inspired. They've always been inside of me, but I have been waiting for the right time to reveal to the universe who I truly am.

The True Person governs by emptying the heart of desire and filling the belly with food, weakening ambitions and strengthening bones.

I have this weird thing where all the artists that I find myself engaging with the most are the ones that I have a bone to pick with.

My favorite form is the short story. From an aesthetics stand point you really have to pare down to the bone. You can't write a throw-away scene.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.