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“For the discovery of self we have to overcome the fear of self, so as to find the marrow ‘withinâ€� and disclose our ‘trueâ€� self. ("Everybody his story")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I've always been afraid that love isn't real. So I watched movies that assured me that there can be happy endings and shit.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Marrow

“Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.”
― Kamila Shamsie, Kartography

“HONEY: (Apologetically, holding up her brandy bottle) I peel labels.
GEORGE: We all peel labels, sweetie; and when you get through the skin, all three layers, through the muscle, slosh aside the organs (An aside to NICK) them which is still sloshable--(Back to HONEY) and get down to bone...you know what you do then?
HONEY: (Terribly interested) No!
GEORGE: When you get down to bone, you haven't got all the way, yet. There's something inside the bone...the marrow...and that's what you gotta get at. (A strange smile at MARTHA)”
― Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

“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

“If I had thought the beef marrow might be a hell of a lot of work for not much difference, I needn’t have worried. The taste of the marrow is rich, meaty, intense in a nearly-too-much way. In my increasingly depraved state, I could think of nothing at first but that it tasted like really good sex. But there was something more than that, even. What it really tastes like is life, well lived. Of course the cow I got marrow from had a fairly crappy life â€� lots of crowds and overmedication and bland food that might or might not have been a relative. But deep in his or her bones, there was a capacity for feral joy. I could taste it.”
― Julie Powell, Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously

“I try to explain in my own words, and I gesture to his chest. “It's in your bones; it's what keeps you alive. The foundation of your body. To suck out all the marrow of life... I think about how Thoreau went into the woods and stripped life to the barest necessities. To learn what life is really made of, the feeling of water slipping between fingers, the chilled glass in my hand, the wind that rustles your damn hair. And I think about how I feel these barest things every day with you. To live life at its most essential level so as to fully live.”
― Krista Ritchie, Alphas Like Us

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
― Hélène Cixous

“You’re the person that my soul has been searching for because my head was too stubborn to do it.”
― Krista Ritchie, Headstrong Like Us

“He roused from a joyous dream of feasting, of drinking blood and sucking warm marrow from the bone. His sons and daughters swarmed like ants upon the surface of the Earth, ripe in their terror, delectable in their anguish. He swept them into his mouth and their insides ran in black streams between his lips and matted his beard. This sweet dream rapidly slipped away as he stretched and assessed his surroundings. He shambled forth from the great cavern in the mountain that had been his home for so long.”
― Laird Barron, The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All

“Sadness is an emotion you can trust. It is stronger than all of the other emotions. It makes happiness look fickle and untrustworthy. It pervades, lasts longer, and replaces the good feelings with such an eloquent ease you don't even feel the shift until you are suddenly wrapped in its chains.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Marrow

“She pours sugar on her life
and drinks the artist’s marrow
in the bone of her glass and she lives.”
― Kelli Russell Agodon, Hourglass Museum

“What is in the marrow is hard to take out of the bone.--Irish Proverb”
― Dorien Kelly, The Last Bride in Ballymuir

“I always thought it was remarkable that the oyster coats its enemy not only in something beautiful, but a part of itself. And while diamonds are embraced with warm excitement, regarded to be of highest, deepest value, the pearl is somewhat overlooked. Its humble beginnings are that of a parasite, growing in something that is alive, draining its host of beauty. It’s cleverâ€� the plight of the splinter. A sort of rags to riches story.”
― Tarryn Fisher

“It's rich. And smooth. And thick. And fatty, but in a good way. Like butter, but with a deeper, fuller, nuttier flavor."
Max's inky black pupils start to dilate as he gazes down at me, his mouth cracked open, like he's hypnotized and intrigued at once. I cease breathing.
He clears his throat. "Damn..."
I nod quickly. "On hot, crusty bread, it is divine. You need to try it."
He nods right back, like he's in a trance. I'm in a trance too. I can't seem to stop looking at him as I wax poetic about one of my favorite food combinations.
"How is it served?" he asks, his voice between a groan and a growl. "The marrow, I mean."
I watch, mesmerized at the slow movement along his stubbled throat.
I swear I can feel my skin tingling as my internal temperature rises. Who knew talking about bone marrow could get me this worked up?
"Sometimes they cut the bone lengthwise and you can just scrape your knife along the hollow part of the bone and out comes the marrow," I say. "And sometimes they cut it into chunks and the marrow's in the middle, so you scrape out as much as you can, but there's almost always some left, so the best way to get it out is to just put the bone in your mouth and suck it out, really get your tongue in the hole and lick and...”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“Borrowing today to pay tomorrow is harrowing; loan sharks will arrow your marrow till sorrow wash over you.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1