Best Bones Quotes

You can’t just be talented: You have to be terribly smart and energetic and ruthless. You also have to become necessary to people, by working hard and well and bringing more than your bones and your skin to the project. Don’t just show up. Transform the work, yourself, and everybody around you. Be needed. Be interesting. Be something no one else can be–and consistently.

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

The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.

Begin to rejoice in the Lord, and your bones will flourish like an herb, and your cheeks will glow with the bloom of health and freshness. Worry, fear, distrust, care-all are poisonous! Joy is balm and healing, and if you will but rejoice, God will give power.

Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.

Just as dogs love to chew bones, the mind loves to get its teeth into problems. That’s why it does crossword puzzles and builds atom bombs.

You never forget how to dance. It’s just a matter of your bones working and things like that.

O painter skilled in anatomy, beware lest the undue prominence of the bones, sinews and muscles cause you to become a wooden painter from the desire to make your nude figures reveal all.

O time, swift robber of all created things, how many kings, how many nations hast thou undone, and how many changes of states and of various events have happened since the wondrous forms of this fish perished here in this cavernous and winding recess. Now destroyed by time thou liest patiently in this confined space with bones stripped and bare; serving as a support and prop for the superimposed mountain.

Why are the bones of great fishes, and oysters and corals and various other shells and sea-snails, found on the high tops of mountains that border the sea, in the same way in which they are found in the depths of the sea?

Knowledge is only rumor until it lives in the bones.

Identity is the history that has gone into bone and blood and reshaped the flesh. Identity is not what we were but what we have become what we are at this moment.

A guy who knows how to dance knows how to fight. A guy who knows how to fight knows how to love. A person who knows how to fight will break bones yet a person who knows how to love will break hearts.

A well-read fool is the most pestilent of blockheads; his learning is a flail which he knows not how to handle, and with which he breaks his neighbor’s shins as well as his own. Keep a fellow of this description at arm’s length, as you value the integrity of your bones.

The Word of God spoke into the dry bones. His breath filled them, put tendons (repair), and put skin on…Then you will know I am God…When Jesus comes that will happen.

A trembling in the bones may carry a more convincing testimony than the dry documented deductions of the brain.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

What seems conceit, bad manners or cynicism is always a sign of things no ear have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I’m vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I’d eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don’t see me.

FEMA I always thought was a bone here in your ass.

I won a lot, crashed a lot, and broke just about every bone in my body, but I gave it everything I had

The hardest thing, as a producer, is to find a director who does the picture for all the right reasons, and not just because they know it’s successful or that they can do a good job, but in their bones, they love that genre.

If you want to become a fossil, you need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the Earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface.

You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we’re like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.

The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.

I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men’s bones.

I probably would never be able to direct a comedy because I’m not that funny. I don’t have that funny bone in me, so it wouldn’t be a natural fit. But I love the world of science fiction, and I love the world of technology and science too.

Half-caf, double-tall, non fat, whole-milk foam, bone-dry, half-pump mocha, half sugar in the raw, double cup, no lid, capp – to go.

Viewed from the distance of the moon, the astonishing thing about the earth, catching the breath, is that it is alive. The photographs show the dry, pounded surface of the moon in the foreground, dry as an old bone. Aloft, floating free beneath the moist, gleaming, membrane of bright blue sky, is the rising earth, the only exuberant thing in this part of the cosmos.

The human brain is the most public organ on the face of the earth, open to everything, sending out messages to everything. To be sure, it is hidden away in bone and conducts internal affairs in secrecy, but virtually all the business is the direct result of thinking that has already occurred in other minds.

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

[Harriet] hated math. She hated math with every bone in her body. She spent so much time hating it that she never had time to do it.

I’ve been thinking about something for a long time, and I keep noticing that most human speech-if not all human speech-is made with the outgoing breath. This is the strange thing about presence and absence. When we breath in, our bodies are filled with nutrients and nourishment. Our blood is filled with oxygen, our skin gets flush; our bones get harder-they get compacted. Our muscles get toned and we feel very present when we’re breathing in. The problem is, that when we’re breathing in, we can’t speak. So presence and silence have something to do with each other.

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.

Right now I’m 185, which is really good for me yet very hard for me to maintain. My weight seems high for the average woman, but I’ve got big bones and I’m maintaining muscle.