Best 383 quotes in «bones quotes» category

I am not clear that God manoeuvres physical things? After all, a conjuring trick with bones only proves that it is as clever as a conjuring trick with bones

I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.

I can feel it in my bones: I'm gonna spend my whole life alone.

I can pull a bone out of my shoulder and dislocate it

I broke into shakespeare's tomb and stole his remains, grinded the bones, smoked it, then got in the game

I could send you a bone with a file in it, only you'd eat it.

I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

I don't have feeling in my feet to my fingertips; I also have active lesions in my bone marrow and in my eyes.

I don't have a hateful bone in my body. I don't believe anyone should be bullied or made to feel bad about who they are.

I can get a great look at a t-bone steak by shoving my head up a bull's ass but I'd rather take the butchers word for it.

I experienced an ecstasy of unity. I not only saw the connectedness, I felt it and experienced it sentiently. The restraints and boundaries of flesh and bone fell away.

I don't know whether I see it as slipping inside the villains, but part of what makes Ralph Nader and Michael Moore such effective speakers and communicators is that they know how corporate culture works, how our lawmaking bodies really work, and where the bones are buried.

I feel just as creative focusing on just the sounds and getting the photographic representation of where the sounds should be. But it's all the same bag of bones for me. It's hard for me to compartmentalize production and engineering, and that's why I can't produce things unless I'm also recording. It's very tactile. I need my hands in the dirt.

If this is death, Guild Hunter,he thought to his mortal as angelfire scored through his bones and touched his heart, then I will see you on the other side.

If you ain't got a fat woman, you're making a big mistake, because a big fat woman tastes as good as a T-bone steak.

If the javelin had hit me 10cm to the left, it would have punctured my lung, 20cm higher the throat, which would have been the worst-case scenario. Just 1cm higher and it would have hit bone, muscle and tendon and that would have been the end of my sporting career.

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.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

If they break your heart, break their bones

If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.

I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

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.

I have a bone to pick with Fate

I get sillier as I get older, so I don't know what wisdom means. I can only pass on something that I've been acquainted with and let whomever it is pick the bones out of it

I have dangerous bones in my body.

I have a book of buildings from 25,000 BC. These are huts built out of mammoth bones. These buildings were beautifully made, from the bones of the body into shelter.

I haven't got a racist bone in my little finger.

I have no history but the length of my bones.

I have to make my bones with Hollywood to get in. And when I do maybe I'll metamorphose from Mr. Muscles or whatever it is I am now and become an irascible tosser.

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.

I have this weird thing where all the artists that I find myself engaging with the most are the ones that I have a bone to pick with.

I hooked up with director Jacques Audiard for this film called 'Rust & Bone' with Marion Cotillard. I loved that experience so much I'm truly sad that it's over!

I know for sure that I have an instinct for color, and that it will come to me more and more, that painting is in the very marrow of my bones.

I know that I'm very lucky to be alive. For 35 or 40 years I've spilt my blood and broke my bones and spent years in hospitals.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I love every bone in a woman's body, especially mine.

I'm a geek to the bone.

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

I make no bones about it. I have no understanding of pastry.

I make no bones about the fact that India matters to me, and I would like to matter to India.

I'm a living sunset, lightning in my bones.

I'm glad you're still upright, Charles, and the only reason you are is because she didn't have any silver. She'd have staked you right and proper otherwise. She has a tendency to shrivel someone first and then introduce herself afterwards." "That's uncalled for!" I said, insulted at the suggestion that I was homicidal. "Right." Bones let that go. "Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I've been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I've said is... an understatement.

I'm a Taurus. To the bone.

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'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin, Front and get half the bones in your body broken.

I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.

I'm not sure I make old bones in parliament. It's an amazing experience to have had but I can't see myself being Mother of the House.

I'm going to stop smoking. I'm not such a good smoker, anyway. It's not in my bones. I'm gonna drop it.