Quotes About Bones

He had one of those faces where you were aware of the bones beneath the skin, as if even his bare skull would be attractive.

You think the jellyfish ate her?" "Bones and all?" "We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?

Calcification At a certain point in the cartilage's development (and this moment is different for different bones in the body), the chondroblast cells, which have been secreting cartilage, undergo a physical and functional change. They expand in size, stop producing cartilage, and begin to secrete the chemicals which precipitate into crystals the dissolved mineral salts delivered by the blood.

It was entirely possible that Lorenzo's companion that dreadful night was still at large, killing Beatrice to protect himself, eliminating her before she could eliminate him. Or her, I realised with a start. I turned feverishly through the pages again until I came to the sketches of the missing bones from Lorenzo's fossil. And I knew precisely where I had seen them before.

The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even tho' it is vast and empty and untouchable... and knows no kindness with all its beauty.

The fanged shadows boiled out behind them, howling for blood, their voices creaking with the sound of snapping bones. The fallen of Hethor's own party seemed to be swept up in the pursuit, dead correct people on their trail, keening, crying, blaming. Rivers of red flowed rapidly across the stone dock in the twilight, slippery sticky blood overtaking their flight to make them trip and slide headfirst into stone bollards or pitch screaming into the sea.

You're not going to let her do this, are you?" Bones snorted. Let her? Mate, if you think you can control a woman, you must be single—-and a thousand pounds says she beats your arse.

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

When I shed my skin for you, I left intact my animal heart the desire to crack bones between delicate teeth.

Our bellies are empty and our patience is short...submit to us and we will make of you a great quiche!' 'Again with the QUICHE?! What kind of self-respecting monster would eat a DAINTY PASTRY DISH?! STEW is what we will make of their bones!' 'Don't get greedy on me! There's three of them! I just want the little one for my quiche!' 'It was nothing to do with greed! It's a matter of principle! MONSTERS DO NOT EAT QUICHE!

How are your dead bones doing today?" "They've been deader." "Good, good, good. That's good. Have a seat on that ice-cold stool and we'll look you over, okay?

You fainted and I caught you. It was the first time I'd supported a human. You had such heavy bones. I put myself between you and gravity. Impossible.

What a nice neat deep trench,' I said. 'Er - should Nefret be down in it?' 'She thought she saw a skull,' Ramses said. 'You know how she is about bones.

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.

Everybody knows you can dispose of a body in the swamp and it will never be found until somebody cuts open a gator one day and sees bones.

I'll bet you a six-pack of Coors that pretty soon, people will be discovering Cretaceous parasites inside Cretaceous bones. The possibility of looking into epidemiology and pathology is pretty cool.

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.

Aren't I going back to England? No, she said. I Could never do that. Heaven shall take my soul, but Norway shall keep my bones.

He liked that bones were solid things, surviving even the white heat of cremation. Bones would last; it was easy for him to put his faith in something so solid and predictable.

The sand squeaked underfoot as she toed it. She looked more closely: dark grains of basalt, mixed with minute seashell fragments, and a variety of colorful pebbles, some of them no doubt brecciated fragments of the Hellas impact itself. She lifted her eyes to the hills west of the sea, black under the sun. The bones of things stuck out everywhere. Waves broke in swift lines on the beach, and she walked over the sand toward her friends, in the wind, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars.

One of the most common uses of early stone tools was to crack open bones in order to get to the marrow.

In adults, the only areas producing blood cells are the pelvis, spine, ribs, cranium, and proximal ends of long bones.

If the journal is the jumble of raw material—blood, bones, sinews—and a poem is the cell, the impulse, the story is the entire animal.