Quotes About Bones

The skulls were there and I could say something with them. To me they are as beautiful as anything I know. To me they are strangely more living than the animals walking around -- hair, eyes and all, with the tails switching. The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even though it is vast and empty and untouchable-- and knows no kindness with all its beauty.

Heat, madam! It was so dreadful that I found there was nothing for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.

The conviction was as solid as the bones beneath her skin: Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.

We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

Enemies, ' the wizard said, 'are the price of honour.

Heat, ma'am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.

But who listens to the wisdom of jewelry? Only our bodies know the truth. Bones don't lie.

My missing tooth was part of my body that should have been with me forever. Teeth are bones at the end of the day. And everyone has a right to their own bones.

Our lives are in the hands of the Great Spirit. He gave to our ancestors the lands which we possess. We are determined to defend them, and if it is His will, our bones shall whiten on them, but we will never give them up.

I know that I'm very lucky to be alive. For 35 or 40 years I've spilt my blood and broke my bones and spent years in hospitals.

I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.

this was the Middle East. The land of the mirage, the shimmering pond in the sand that drew you farther into the deadly desert, and when you arrived at the lifesaving water, it disappeared, and you discovered the bones of those who'd been there before you. You discovered death.

He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he couldn't live without it. He dispensed justice to those the law couldn't touch.

A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.

hey O! And a ringing and a dinging Rang from old iron! Wily old iron. With a beat and a bang on the bones of the land, I conquered wily old iron!

As her vision cleared, Kira saw the ruins of the supply room. The grasper was a mangled mess, but several of its tentacles still waved with weak urgency, blobs of orange ichor oozing from its wounds. Carr had been thrown against the shelving. Shards of bones stuck out from his arms and legs. The orphaned piece of the xeno lay against the bulkhead across from her: a slash of torn fibers draped across the crumpled panels.

If bones could freeze, then the brain could also be dulled and the soul could freeze over. And the soul shuddered and froze- perhaps to remain frozen forever.

A mountain had died, its skeleton had been scattered over the ground. Time had aged the mountain; time had killed the mountain-and here lay the mountain's bones.

His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it—a city that had vanished in the mists of time.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones,