No British Government ever will and ever can risk the bones of a British grenadier.
You shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh.
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 their bones–and move them into the Catacombs. The thing is. . . look at the dates. See when they started moving bones into the Catacombs?" Dan squinted at the screen. He didn't see what she was talking about. "Is it my birthday?
You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.
My arm bones looked like chicken bones.
[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.
I make no bones about it. I have no understanding of pastry.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.
We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really gotten. But our exiled spirits can tell. Deep in our bones resides an ancient singing couple who just won't give up making their beautiful, wild noise. The world won't end if we can find them.
I hooked up with director Jacques Audiard for this film called 'Rust & Bone' with Marion Cotillard. I loved that experience so much I'm truly sad that it's over!
Thus the evidence given by those five new thigh bones of the morphological and functional distinctness of Pithecanthropus erectus furnishes proof, at the same time, of its close affinity with the gibbon group of anthropoid apes.
Pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.
We say we are earthlings, not waterlings. Our blood is closer to seawater than our bones to soil, but thats no matter. The sea is the cradle we all rocked out of, but its to dust that we go. From the time that water invented us, we began to seek out dirt. The further we separate ourselves from the dirt, the further we separate ourselves from ourselves. Alienation is a disease of the unsoiled.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.
We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.
While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
We've all got stardust in our bones.
You don't have to like your family, you don't even have to spend time with them, to know them right down to the bone.
Resistance to team play seemed to pour like wet cement through my bones, displacing supple marrow, until I was ballasted with my own contempt.