Quotes About Bones

After I murder everyone in this room, I plan to eat them cannibal style and use their bones to build a scale model of a Viking longboat.

The building appears to be locked still into the early nineteenth century (…) There is sits, ticked snug into the fields. It could have simply grown of its own accord, you feel - made from the very bones of this land. It is an emancipation of a time and a place. The truth is that World's End is suspended in this landscape like a space capsule (…)

There is one person who can save you, sire.' 'Who is that?' 'Merlin. The great magician. He is the man who made the abbey church of Derby disappear into the earth. He will know how to heal you. He will find a cure.' 'Bring him before me. Let him work his magic on my poor bones.

Evidence is overwhelming that, after switching to agriculture, human stature decreased, a very reliable indicator of a decline in overall wellbeing. People fell sick more often because of higher population density and because pathogens jumped from domesticated animals to humans. The quality of nutrition declined, as is abundantly documented in ancient bones and teeth.

C'era un'espressione di grande amarezza sul suo viso. L'amarezza era come un solvente che avesse corroso le desolate piaghe della carne, scoprendo le ossa sottostanti

Ma, you want to see physical violence done to the Jews of Newark, go to the office of the plastic surgeon where the girls get their noses fixed. That's where the Jewish blood flows in Essex County, that's where the blow is delivered—with a mallet! To their bones—and to their pride!

ero una biografia in moto perpetuo, memoria sino al midollo delle ossa.

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.

I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.

And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones...

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.

The suffering of my enemies will be a feast to the spirits. When I am old, I will remember the tears they have shed and it will ease my bones.

I'm the land and the bones of the hills. I'm winter. When I die, I'll pursue you in the coldest nights.

Now the moon of the Aztecs is at the zenith, and all the world lies still. Full and white, the white of bones, the white of a skull; blistering the center of the sky well with its throbbing, not touching it on any side. Now the patio is a piebald place of black and white, burning in the downward-teeming light. Not a leaf moves, not a petal falls, in this fierce amalgam. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")

Nineteen secrets, nineteen stones, nineteen branches, nineteen bones, untold wonders in a day breathing deep under stone and clay.

Daniel? Daniel...of what use are the bones of saints? Of what great interest to me are their dusted stories of day?" I stand at a dreadful distance. He speaks, "Silent stones of granite hue; enveloped now in sacred dew. Speak somber words of restless hope... of resurrection." I hear the hushings of the wind in a rhythmic silence, and turn to see a friar's lantern on a distant ridge.

this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

Some men are daylight readers, who peruse the ambiguous wording of clouds or the individual letter shapes of wandering birds. Some, like myself, are librarians of the night, whose ephemeral documents consist of root-inscribed bones or whatever rustles in the thickets upon solitary walks.

Broccoli has almost as much calcium as milk," she told him, amused. "It gives you strong bones." His gaze slid to hers, and she felt her face heat again. He had strong bones. And as they both knew, a few minutes ago, he'd had one particularly strong boner to boot. But mercifully he let the comment go.

I contemplate the bones for a while then turn away. I have work to do. Next year I will have an odako that is bigger, grander, more beautiful than anyone has ever seen. Next year.

I gave the couple a hint of a design that would work great with the bones of their home. They weren't ready for it, and they embarrassed themselves and that's too bad.

Our history is written in the bones of our ancestors. They are the keepers of our stories, our traditions, our identity. And when we disturb their resting place, we disturb the very foundation of who we are." (Kneubuhl 44)

The bones are a reminder of our mortality, of the fleeting nature of life. But they are also a reminder of the immortality of the spirit, of the enduring legacy that we leave behind." (Kneubuhl 76)

into the iron pot for flavor. It was also my task to skim the scum that boiled to the top of the broth as the bones simmered, leaving the broth clear and rich.