Top Bones Quotes

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...

On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died

Stephen King have a lot of books about the writing not only "The Writting: Memoir and Craft", but and "Nightmares and Dreamscapes", however "Misery", also and "Bag of Bones" and even and others. Which...

We almost made love with fire, fire in our eyes, fire in our souls, and even in our bones.

Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices;...

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which t...

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

It is better to have ten skeletons in your closet, than walk with no bones.

See the world anew and write down the bones of it.

We want your skull! Make no bones about it!

I want a room decorated with bones! Dan said. Where'd they come from?Cemeteries, Amy said. Back in the 1700s, the cemeteries were getting overcrowded, so they decided to dig up tons of old bodies–all...

Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.""Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.Ian grinned. "Exactly.

She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. These are cool, Dan decided. Maybe I could-No, Dan, Amy said. You can't collect human bones.Awww.

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

You are a ghost. Filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield and the skin as the cape. Fighting every day and opening up for the new wounds in the hustle of hiding the old scars.

Souls grow on bones but die beneath bankers' hours...

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...

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

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.

I'd rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.