Bones Quotes
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I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.
Franz Kafka
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He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.
Marge Piercy
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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Sappho
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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.
Vincent Van Gogh
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Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?
Joanne Rowling
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'No Bones' has some reverb that I kick around.
J Mascis
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Folk is bare bones music.
Ben Harper
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Reinforced concrete buildings are by nature skeletal buildings. No noodles nor armoured turrets. A construction of girders that carry the weight, and walls that carry no weight. That is to say, buildings consisting of skin and bones.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
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The very spot where grew the bread that formed my bones, I see. How strange, old field, on thee to tread, and feel I'm part of thee.
Abraham Lincoln
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I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belonging to the Abbey; through which, in all probability, the water drains in its passage; so that as we drink the decoction of the living bodies at the Pump-room, we swallow the strainings of rotten bones and carcasses at the private bath - I vow to God, the very idea turns my stomach!
Tobias Smollett
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The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair
Mews at his knee for dainty fare;
Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
In the dewy fields the cattle lie
Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky;
Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
Gone is another summer's day.
Walter de La Mare
