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“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
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And so,
I smile now,
because
that is no
small thing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“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.”
― Charles Rafferty, Where the Glories of April Lead

“Whoever had designed the skeletons of creatures had even less imagination than whoever had done the outsides. At least the outside-designer had tried a few novelties in the spots, wool and stripes department, but the bone-builder had generally just put a skull on a ribcage, shoved a pelvis in further along, stuck on some arms and legs and had the rest of the day off. Some ribcages were longer, some legs were shorter, some hands became wings, but they all seemed to be based on one design, one size stretched or shrunk to fit all. - Ponder Stibbons”
― Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

“In the beginning his flesh was simply soft, so soft that he was cut to the bone by dust particles, air currents and brushing overcoats while direct contact with doors and chairs seemed to occasion no discomfort. No wound healed in his soft, tentative flesh... Long white tendrils of fungus curled round the naked bones.”
― William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch: The Restored Text

“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.”
― John Hennessy

“Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows me whole and gnaws at my very bones. It floods me over and over, drowning me over and over... It is a torturous broken record player with a scratched disc on repeat, the wailing disrupting any possible good remaining after the tsunami. It wails and wails inside my ribcage and inside my skull. I cannot make it stop.”
― Moonshine Noire

“Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.”
― Galway Kinnell

“They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.”
― Dan Wells, Fragments

“There's water in my bones
a ghost of a chance”
― Michael Ondaatje, Handwriting

“Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.”
― H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

“There I sat in the sun, watching half a dozen pairs and one slow but cheerful foursome pass by waving their mallets, thinking my old man's thoughts and letting the sun warm my old man's bones.”
― Stephen King, The Green Mile

“Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.”
― Jay Woodman

“Those who die young, they are cheated,â€� she said. “Not cheated out of life, because life is a penance, but the young, they’re cheated because they don’t know it’s coming. They don’t have time to move closer, to return home. When you know you’re going to die, you try to be near the bones of your own people. You don’t even think you have bones when you’re young, even when you break them, you don’t believe you have them. But when you’re old, they start reminding you they’re there. They start turning to dust on you, even as you’re walking here and there, going from place to place. And this is when you crave to be near the bones of your own people. My children never felt this. They had to look death in the face, even before they knew what it was. Just like you did, no?”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“When are we going to deal with Usaeil?â€�
â€ÂٴǴDzÔ.â€�
“The sooner, the better, Con. If you don’t do something she’s going to.�
He raised a brow. “You mean worse than she already has? She’s all but told the Light.�
“You think you know her, but you don’t. She cares about nothing but her own desires now.�
Sounds like the Dark,� he said.
“I know.”
― Donna Grant, Firestorm

“Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy.”
― Jac Jemc, The Grip of It

“Truth hurts, it can't be buried. One moment she goes out...”
― Deyth Banger

“The future was chaos, war and blood and thirst, ending with everyone's bones bleached white in the desert. The sand would bury their buildings and bodies, and eventually it would be impossible to tell that anyone had lived in the desert at all.”
― Becky Allen, Bound by Blood and Sand

“To greet each day ossified;
Like fossil remains forgotten beneath the feet of something more lively.”
― Taylor Patton

“In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.”
― Taylor Patton

“Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.”
― Taylor Patton

“The organism - there was no other thing she could think to call it - churned and moved as it propelled itself across the ground, the living bodies of animals briefly appearing before being submerged in a sea of bugs as others rose to the surface.

And then there were the bones.

At first she didn't quite understand what she was seeing. For a moment she believed that they were pieces of wood - limbs of trees picked up by the undulating mass - but when she saw the skull, its jaw hanging open in a silent scream, she understood the horror of what it was.

the remains of victims were a part of its body, flowing within the multitude that made up its mass.”
― Thomas E. Sniegoski, Savage

“Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.”
― Samuel Beckett, First Love and Other Novellas

“I’m a planner. I like to know what’s coming, that way I can figure out a way to deal with it.â€�
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?”
― Donna Grant, Firestorm

“Dammit, Bones, I need you. Badly.â€� (Even in 1979 this made me titter.)”
― Marcus Berkmann, Set Phasers to Stun: 50 Years of Star Trek

“Te vuelves roja como el atardecer a cualquier indicio de una insinuación.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“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.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Eternal Kiss of Darkness

“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.”
― George Levy, To Die in Chicago: Confederate Prisoners at Camp Douglas, 1862-65

“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,â€� 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 conclusiveâ€�. America was discovered prior to Columbus!”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "Seawater One...."