Bones Quotes - Page 6

Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...

Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)

If you run from me, I will chase you, and I'll find you.

Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.

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.

There are a lot of myths about my injuries. They say I have broken every bone in my body. Not true. But I have broken 35 bones. I had surgery 14 times to pin and plate. I shattered my pelvis. I forget all of the things that have broke.

Critics? I love every bone in their heads.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied.

I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them.

If you have been in the vicinity of the sacred - ever brushed against the holy - you retain it more in your bones than in your head; and if you haven’t, no description of the experience will ever be satisfactory.

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

Get a backbone, not a wishbone.

Folk is bare bones music.

Young women should begin to build bone mass early in their lives. The more mass there is, the less they will lose in later life. They should enjoy a diet of calcium-rich foods and avoid food and drink that causes bone loss.

My mother always called me 'sturdy' and said I have big bones. A little fat is what I am.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

Even a blind dog can find a bone every so often.

Nobody ever saw a dog make a fair and deliberate exchange of one bone for another with another dog.

I love to evoke the bones and meat and thoughts of characters.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.

My bones are destined to make corals in the Ganga.

In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories.