Mal," I whispered into the night. "What?" "Thanks for finding me." I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always.
Never lose hope; until your bones are rotten, never give up. Once the final whistle did not blow up, keep running hard!
You cannot stare evil in the face; it has no face. It has no body, no bones, no blood. Any attempt to describe it ends in glibness and self-delusion.
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.
If bones could freeze, then the brain could also be dulled and the soul could freeze over. And the soul shuddered and froze- perhaps to remain frozen forever.
The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: "booze affects material as it does people.
This little girl's grown up by now," she said. Almost. Not quite. I wish you all a long and happy life.
Lo, each subculture has its own language, and verily I am not a parody. You don’t believe me? Get with the program, crackpot!
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can kill you.
I wanted to bathe myself in that burn, to let the radiation take my skin and flesh and bones until I was nothing but charged particles dancing in space.
I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or he'll which way to fall.
When harried, we go as far as we dare, and with those we're sure of we dare go very far, knowing where forgiveness is certain.
Your sword is made out of your grandmother’s bones?” “Okay, I see how it sounds weird when you say it in that tone of voice
An institution is right or it is wrong. One that cannot accept dinosaur bones is one that cannot be trusted on more important matters.
It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand.
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.
