At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
I have no bones to pick and no fight with society. And I'm willing to be and interested in being in the mainstream of society.
We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.
The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Total surrender to the will of God actually is sacrificing oneself as a burnt offering to God. The proof of this state is dying to oneself, - to one's own opinions, wishes and feelings or tastes, in order to live by Divine intellect, in conformity with the Divine will and in partaking of God. In the forefront of this endeavor is our Lord and Savior. He surrendered the whole of Himself to God the Father, and us in Himself, 'For we are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones' (Eph. 5:30). So let us hasten in His footsteps?
I have funny bones. If there's ever any kind of tension, I'll always be the one to try and be funny to loosen things up.
At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light. . . . still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.
If you will stop all searching right now and tell the truth to yourself, you will know what is known in the core of your bones. You will know it with no image of it, no concept of it, no thought of it. You will know it as that which has eternally been here. And you will know it as yourself.
The bones of the Dead will be seen to govern the fortunes of him who moves them.
I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's half-giant, she definitely is. Big bones. . . the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur.
it ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
The collar-bone is my favourite part of the human body.
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard.
Let him cut your skin, and you cut his flesh. Let him cut your flesh, and you cut his bones. Let him cut your bones, and you cut off his life
I’m in, Cat. I’d never leave you. Especially when you’ve got death breathing down your neck. ” “Very funny,” I retorted, since Bones was inches from my throat
I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.
Life is an infiltration course. We all try and get through it. We all try and get through it unscathed - maybe not hurt, not bruised. No bones broken, maybe a few hearts here and there.
When the spring comes, we will manure the plains of Kosova with the bones of Serbs, for we Albanians have suffered too much to forget.
Recognizing that we have the kind of blood we have because we have the kind of kidneys we have, we must acknowledge that our kidneys constitute the major foundation of our philosophical freedom. Only because they work the way they do has it become possible for us to have bones, muscles, glands and brains. Superficially, it might be said that the function of the kidney is to make urine; but in a more considered view one can say that the kidneys make the stuff of philosophy itself.