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What's an eBay?" "A mythical place of great magical power." - Jace Wayland and Clary Fray (City of Bones)

What's bred in the bone will stick to the flesh.

What was more humiliating, I wondered: having to beg for someone's cold chicken bones or being offered them?

What we get in steerage is not the refuse, but the sinew and bone of all the nations.

What would dawn have been like, had you awakened? It would have sung through your bones. All I can do this morning is let it sing through mine.

What you do on a dinosaur expedition is you hike and look at the ground. You find bones sticking out of the dirt and, once you see something, you dig.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?

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.

You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

When thou seest thine enemy in trouble, curl not thy whiskers in contempt; for in every bone there is marrow, and within every jacket there is a man.

Whether or not enlightenment is possible at the moment of death, the practices that prepare one for this possibility also bring one closer to the bone of life.

While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.

You don't have to like your family, you don't even have to spend time with them, to know them right down to the bone.

You are a powerhouse of creativity; you were born magnificently expressive, available and aware. Before you had the words for it, you had an intrinsic sense of urgency because you knew down in your bones that the stakes are high.

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don't tell me any differently.

You'll never be alone in the bone orchard.

Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.

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.

You read glowing things and it doesn't feel deserved. You read things that are critical and it cuts you to the bone.

A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.

You shake a slogan at an American and it's just like showing a hungry dog a bone.

You shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh.

Ben often comes here. It's some kind of kangaroo graveyard. He likes to collect kangaroo bones. What can I say? It's just something Stink Collectors do.

Can you shoot a person if you have to?" "Do you think these men had anything to do with the explosion?" "Yes." He did, but he'd have said yes either way. "Then I will blow the motherfuckers' squirrel-sized peckers off.

Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

But sometimes she hated to admit she might be attracted to a guy who wasn't so insistent on being understanding. A guy who admitted to liking guns because it was scientifically proven that just touching one upped a guy's testosterone level. Just once she wanted to date a guy who was as pro-testosterone as he was pro-estrogen.

Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable. Tell me, then, Alobar, in order to achieve immortality, should you emulate water or stone? Should you trust your flesh or your bones?

Guards punished anyone caught taking bones from the garbage by fastening the bone between his teeth, across his mouth, and then tying like a gag. "And then the poor fellow was made to fall down and crawl around on his hands and knees like a dog, a laughing stock for Federal soldiers, spies, and camp followers," Bean recalled bitterly.

Each October I walk into the woods looking for bones: rabbit skulls, a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deer with the blood bleached out. What died in the lush of roses and mint shines out from the tangle of twigs that bind it to the place of its last leaping. The living lack that kind of clarity. In late April, when the water spreads out and out till everything is lilies and seepage, there is only the mystery of tracks, a rustle receding in the many reeds. And so the bones accumulate across my windowsill: the flightless wings and exaggerated grins, the silent unmoving reminders of where the glories of April lead.

Even for the very clever it can be like breaking bones to stand back from something that’s been in front of you all your life.

Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

Everything I have become, everything I will ever accomplish cannot compare to my most impressive feat: I have loved you fiercely and assiduously with the very marrow inside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to find you there. So that when I die, they can open me up and see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart. So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemorate who I was nor what I did, but will read: “She loved. And loved. And loved.” And so, I smile now, because that is no small thing.

His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.

I am thirsty, and very susceptible to flattery... you could talk me into anything..." "So much for fighting the good fight," I observed dryly. "He'll have a harem within a week." Bones watched Juan disappear down the hall, nuzzling the blonde's neck in a manner that didn't speak only of hunger. "He's a fine bloke. He'll learn." "Learn what?" At least he can't get or pass diseases anymore, I thought. That's one advantage turning Juan into a vampire did for womankind. Bones put an arm around me as we headed toward the exit of the flesh feast. "He'll learn that many women can satisfy for a short period of time, but when he falls in love, only one will sustain him forever." I cast him a sideways glance "Are you trying to seduce me?" His lips curled with promise. "Absolutely.

If I am to be a skeleton in a box buried deep into the ground, I pray you will be the dust that rests atop my bones.

I'd rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.

Il futuro è come l'acqua. Tutte le nostre azioni lo increspano, cambiandone i riflessi. Se avessi detto a te o a Cat cosa stava per succedere, avreste modificato le vostre azioni, rendendo i riflessi di chi siete diversi da chi avreste dovuto essere. Piacerebbe a tutti fare prendere al futuro la via più semplice, il rettilineo più dritto, la strada dei minori rimpianti,- Mencheres fece una pausa per sorridere in modo ironico -ma poi il risultato finale non sarebbe lo stesso.

If you keep feeding your soul with rotten fruits, don’t expect your bones to be strong enough for a climb.

I looked at her quizzically. "No, why would you think so?" She gave me a knowing smile. "'Cause he's never brought a girl here before, child. Not one who didn't need my help, leastways." Oh! That pleased me, but I quashed it. "It's not like that. We, ah, we kind of work together. I'm not his, er, what I mean is, he's all yours if you want him!" I finished in an insane babble. There was a disgruntled grunt from upstairs that didn't come from the girl. I cringed, but it was too late to take it back.

I’m a planner. I like to know what’s coming, that way I can figure out a way to deal with it.” He shot her a wink. “I wasna planned, and you handled that situation well.” It was a fact, but then again, who could ever prepare for a man like Dmitri?

In December of 2007 human bones including skulls, which have been radiocarbon dated back to between 1304 and 1424, were found in a museum in Concepción, Chile. These skulls were originally discovered on Isla Mocha, which is located 25 miles off the south-central coast of Chile. Since some of them have definite telltale signs of being Polynesian, the strong suggestion is that there was a pre-Columbian interaction between the local Mapuche people and the Polynesian seafarers. This contact is further supported by forensic evidence found near the Chilean site of “El Arenal,” which is a sandy dune approximately 3 miles inland from the coast. Pottery found in Ecuador, predating the arrival of Columbus in America, have markings similar to pottery found on the southernmost island of Kyushu, Japan. Radiocarbon dating has determined the date of organics in the clay that survived the firing, or from food or liquids stored in the pottery, to be 4500 years old with a possible variance of 200 to 500 years, thus predating Columbus by a wide margin. There is no reason to doubt these findings, which indicate that Asians and Polynesians sailed to all parts of the Pacific Ocean, including the vast continents of North and South America that border it on its far eastern side. It was always assumed that Spaniards introduced Chickens to the new continent; however the chicken bones found at the site also dated back to this era, proving that it was the Polynesians that first brought this edible bird with them! The proof is conclusive…. America was discovered prior to Columbus!

I'm just bones in a box, Teddy.

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

In my bones, I know that I am not long for this world.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! It calls out to love in an attempt to save myself. I don’t want to be one of those people who live their lives with boils, septic wounds and broken bones bleeding inside.

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.

I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief.

I thought of the new stone, of my new wife, and of the newly buried white bones beneath us, and I felt that fate had made sport of us all.

It is better to have ten skeletons in your closet, than walk with no bones.