Bones Quotes - Page 24

• He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.

  Stephen King

  Lonely, Hunting, Cells

  Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.280, Anchor

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• At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

  Mary Oliver

  Beautiful, Rain, Fall

  Mary Oliver (2013). “New and Selected Poems, Volume One”, p.236, Beacon Press

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• Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it would help Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job.

  Jonathan Maberry

  Crush, Hurt, Jobs

  Jonathan Maberry (2012). “Tales of the Rot & Ruin: Rot & Ruin; Dust & Decay; Dead & Gone, a Rot & Ruin story; Flesh & Bone”, p.428, Simon and Schuster

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• McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time...

  Graham Chapman

  Sorry, Worry, Once Upon A Time

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• That day I think we really saw each other for the first time. I mean, saw beyond the bag of bones on the outside. You take away her pretty and my plain and what you get underneath is about the same: a couple of lost girls looking to be found.

  Bill Condon

  Girl, Couple, Mean

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• sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

  Julia Quinn

  Sound, Sometimes, Reason

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• I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

  Walt Whitman

  Summer, Morning, Heart

  Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.6, NYU Press

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• Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

  Mark Strand

  Dream, Stars, Air

  Mark Strand (2014). “Collected Poems”, p.166, Knopf

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• Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.

  Terry Pratchett

  Wicked, Hot, Witch

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• Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire

  Theodore Roethke

  Pain, Fire, Lost

  Theodore Roethke (2011). “The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke”, p.352, Anchor

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• The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

  Laurie R. King

  Hands, Flesh, Pages

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• What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.

  Julio Cortazar

  Life, Rain, Thinking

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• It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

  Bram Stoker

  Kings, Fall, Heart

  Bram Stoker (2016). “Dracula (Fidia Classics)”, p.171, Bram Stoker

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• Not for a minute did I believe that this wasn’t goodbye. Still, I had loved and been loved in return, and there was nothing greater than that. It far outweighed the alienation of all the previous years. Bones thought five months was too short; I was amazed I’d been granted joy for so long. “I love you,” he moaned, or maybe I said it. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. The lines had dissolved between us.

  Jeaniene Frost

  I Love You, Goodbye, Believe

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• Bones,” I sighed. “Know something? I’m not afraid of you, but you scare me….” His outline blurred again. “You scare me, too, Kitten,” he might have replied, but I couldn’t be sure.

  Jeaniene Frost

  Scare, Might, Kitten

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• What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Hands, Thumbs, Way

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• Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

  Becca Fitzpatrick

  Two, Evil, Hey

  Becca Fitzpatrick (2011). “Silence”, p.138, Simon and Schuster

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• Explore me' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Wall, Home, Thinking

  Jeanette Winterson (2013). “Written On The Body”, p.120, Random House

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• I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.

  Wilkie Collins

  Thinking, Hands, People

  Wilkie Collins (2015). “Greatest Mystery Novels of Wilkie Collins”, p.176, e-artnow sro

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• But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.

  Isaac Marion

  Eye, Skeletons, Giving

  Isaac Marion (2016). “Warm Bodies and The New Hunger: A Special 5th Anniversary Edition”, p.161, Simon and Schuster

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• When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.

  Libba Bray

  Beautiful, Heart, Warrior

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.217, Scholastic Inc.

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• The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

  Andrea Gibson

  Grief, Writing, Want

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• Our words had to be circumspect. We could not write anything too negative about our circumstances. This was tricky, since the very form of a married woman's letter needed to include the usual complaints -- that we were pathetic, powerless, worked to the bone, homesick, and sad. We were supposed to speak directly about our feelings without appearing ungrateful, no-account, or unfilial.

  Lisa See

  Writing, Ungrateful, Feelings

  Lisa See (2011). “Snow Flower and the Secret Fan”, p.197, A&C Black

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• We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing. It might be a thousand years. At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation. In the face of the Thought Police there is no other way.

  George Orwell

  Dust, Years, Knowing

  George Orwell (2003). “Nineteen Eighty-four”, Penguin Mass Market

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• Before we met, I'd fly for hours to clear my head," Bones said, his voice reaching me even over the rush of wind. "It was the closest I came to finding peace, but though several of my mates could fly, I always went alone. I never wanted to share this with anyone until you.

  Jeaniene Frost

  Wind, Voice, Finding Peace

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