Quotes about bone
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Paul Klee photo
Nicolas Steno photo
Roberto Clemente photo
Bruce Parry photo

“They loved that I put a bone through my nose. They loved that I had my penis pushed back inside me.”

Bruce Parry (1969) British documentarian

As quoted in "Do you really want to be in our tribe?" in The Telegraph (1 March 2005)

Paul Cézanne photo

“If heretics no longer horrify us today, as they once did our forefathers, is it certain that it is because there is more charity in our hearts? Or would it not too often be, perhaps, without our daring to say so, because the bone of contention, that is to say, the very substance of our faith, no longer interests us? Men of too familiar and too passive a faith, perhaps for us dogmas are no longer the Mystery on which we live, the Mystery which is to be accomplished in us. Consequently then, heresy no longer shocks us; at least, it no longer convulses us like something trying to tear the soul of our souls away from us…. And that is why we have no trouble in being kind to heretics, and no repugnance in rubbing shoulders with them.

In reality, bias against ‘heretics’ is felt today just as it used to be. Many give way to it as much as their forefathers used to do. Only, they have turned it against political adversaries. Those are the only ones with whom they refuse to mix. Sectarianism has only changed its object and taken other forms, because the vital interest has shifted. Should we dare to say that this shifting is progress?

It is not always charity, alas, which has grown greater, or which has become more enlightened: it is often faith, the taste for the things of eternity, which has grown less. Injustice and violence are still reigning; but they are now in the service of degraded passions.”

Henri de Lubac (1896–1991) Jesuit theologian and cardinal

Henri de Lubac, Paradoxes of Faith (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 1987), pp. 226-227

Will Cuppy photo

“Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.”

John Conington (1825–1869) British classical scholar

Aeneid, Book IV, p. 216
Translations, The Poems of Virgil Translated Into English Prose (1872)

John Betjeman photo
Cormac McCarthy photo

“A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or saber done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses’ ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse’s whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen’s faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.”

Source: Blood Meridian (1985), Chapter IV

Ryū Murakami photo
Chuck Berry photo
G. K. Chesterton photo
Max Beckmann photo

“Yesterday we came across a cemetery that had been completely destroyed by shellfire. The graves had been blown up, and the coffins lay about in the most uncomfortable positions. The shells had unceremoniously exposed their distinguished occupants to the light of day, and bones, hair, and bits of clothing could be seen through cracks in the burst-open coffins.”

Max Beckmann (1884–1950) German painter, draftsman, printmaker, sculptor and writer

letter to his first wife Minna, from the front, 1915; as quoted in Max Beckmann, Stephan Lackner, Bonfini Press Corporation, Naefels, Switzerland, 1983, p. 14
1900s - 1920s

John Ogilby photo

“There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones,
'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones.”

John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic

Book V
Homer His Odysses Translated (1665)

W. H. Auden photo

“Acts of injustice done
Between the setting and the rising sun
In history lie like bones, each one.”

The Ascent of F6, written with Christopher Isherwood, Act II, Scene V; quoted by Richard Adams in his novel Watership Down. (1936)

“Listen to me, skull!
Under your thin brittle boneplates
what black memories haunt you?
What do you want? What do you dream of? …
Is it your soul you think of,
flickering through frightful nights? …
Skull, I must have been raving mad
to smash you with my bare fist.
Scarlet blood thickens on my fingers,
plagues me to spew these rhymes, and still
my teeth want to tear you to pieces!
Like a raven I'll swallow even the sucked-out bones
to get a fresh taste of the past,
a drop from the torrent of months and years.”

Chế Lan Viên (1920–1989) Vietnamese writer

"Skull", in A Thousand Years of Vietnamese Poetry, ed. Nguyễn Ngọc Bích (Alfred A. Knopf, 1975), ISBN 978-0394494722, p. 166
Original in Vietnamese https://www.asymptotejournal.com/poetry/che-lan-vien-to-a-skull/vietnamese/, and an English translation by Hai-Dang Phan https://www.asymptotejournal.com/poetry/che-lan-vien-to-a-skull/, available at Asymptote.

Philip Hammond photo

“as my mother told me sticks and stones may break my bones but words don’t hurt me.”

Philip Hammond (1955) British Conservative politician

23 August 2015
2015
Source: http://en.trend.az/iran/politics/2426555.html
Source: http://www.aa.com.tr/en/world/580077--hammond
Source: http://www.tehrantimes.com/Index_view.asp?code=248893

Gautama Buddha photo
Paul Klee photo
Max Beckmann photo

“The metaphysics of substance. The strange feeling which comes over us when we sense: this is skin – this is bone – all in a single vision that is completely unearthly. The dreaminess of our existence mixed at the same time with the indescribably sweet illusion of reality.”

Max Beckmann (1884–1950) German painter, draftsman, printmaker, sculptor and writer

Beckmann's sketchbook - probably referring to his last triptych painting 'The Argonauts', he painted in 1950, the year Beckmann died
1940s

Aron Ra photo
Edmund Burke photo

“A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.”

Edmund Burke (1729–1797) Anglo-Irish statesman

Works of Edmund Burke Volume ii, p. 117
Second Speech on Conciliation with America (1775)

George Savile, 1st Marquess of Halifax photo
Nathan Lane photo

“I think it really is all about technique, but it's where the intersection of acting and singing sort of meets. There has to be a musicality to the delivery of a line of dialogue that gives it impact. Somebody like Nathan Lane understands that. It's in his bones really. He can deliver a line five different ways, and each one has incredible impact and intonation and rhythm.”

Nathan Lane (1956) American actor

Rob Minkoff, on Lane's ability with voice acting — reported in Evan Henerson (July 19, 2002) No Vocal Yokels - When Animated Characters Need That Extra Dimension, Stars Step Up To The Mic", Daily News of Los Angeles, p. U6.
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Juan Ramón Jimenéz photo
Maurice Glasman, Baron Glasman photo
E.M. Forster photo
Wisława Szymborska photo

“My siblings died the day I left for dry land
and only one small bone recalls that anniversary in me.”

Wisława Szymborska (1923–2012) Polish writer

"A Speech at the Lost-and-Found"
Poems New and Collected (1998), Could Have (1972)

Georgia O'Keeffe photo
Natalie Merchant photo
Tanith Lee photo
Harlan Ellison photo
John Foxe photo
Robert E. Howard photo
Taylor Swift photo
Muhammad photo

“Not your flesh nor bones shall bejudge in the A'khira (Judgement day), but your brain, the centre of consciousness where you reside. You as a soul shall be judged.”

Muhammad (570–632) Arabian religious leader and the founder of Islam

Narrated by Al-Bukhari and Muslim [citation needed]
Sunni Hadith

Nelson Mandela photo
Georgia O'Keeffe photo
John Milton photo

“Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.”

Stan Rogers (1949–1983) Folk singer

Northwest Passage (1981)

Colin Wilson photo
Wallace Stevens photo
Ken Ham photo
Tobey Maguire photo

“I’ve been a vegetarian for 14 years now, and a lot of the time I avoid going to restaurants. I eat at home. … I’ve never had any desire to eat meat. In fact, when I was a kid I would have a really difficult time eating meat at all. It had to be the perfect bite, with no fat or gristle or bone or anything like that…. I don’t judge people who eat meat—that’s not for me to say—but the whole thing just sort of bums me out.”

Tobey Maguire (1975) actor from the United States

"Tobey Maguire - Web Exclusive", interview in Parade.com (1 April 2007) http://web.archive.org/web/20070930165114/http://www.parade.com/export/sites/default/articles/editions/2007/edition_04-01-2007/Tobey-Maguire. Quoted in "The Green Quote: Tobey Maguire Prefers To Eat At Home", in Ecorazzi.com (24 July 2008) http://www.ecorazzi.com/2008/07/24/the-green-quote-tobey-maguire-prefers-to-eat-at-home/.

A. A. Attanasio photo

“The stars baked my bones; The oceans culled my blood, And the forests shaped my lungs. Who am I?”

A.A. Attanasio. Radix, the epic novel of ultimate discovery. New English Library, Hodder and Stoughton. 1981. p.223 ISBN 9780340618400

Willem de Kooning photo

“Man's own form in space – his body – was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery – because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.”

Willem de Kooning (1904–1997) Dutch painter

Willem de Kooning, MOMA Bull, pp. 7,6; as quoted in Abstract Expressionist Painting in America, W.C, Seitz, Cambridge Massachusetts, 1983, p. 135.
1980's

P. L. Travers photo
Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas photo

“Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.”

Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas (1544–1590) French writer

Second Week, Fourth Day, Book ii.
La Seconde Semaine (1584)

A. M. Klein photo

“The animals pale, the shine of the fur is lost,
bleached are their living bones.
About them watch
as through a mist, the pious prosperous ghosts.”

A. M. Klein (1909–1972) writer, journalist, lawyer

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

Paul Simon photo

“Mountain passes slipping into stones,
Hearts and bones.”

Paul Simon (1941) American musician, songwriter and producer

Hearts and Bones
Song lyrics, Hearts and Bones (1983)

Robert T. Bakker photo
Natalie Merchant photo
Thomas Fuller (writer) photo

“4872. There is a Bone for you to pick.”

Thomas Fuller (writer) (1654–1734) British physician, preacher, and intellectual

Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727), Gnomologia (1732)

Anthony Eden photo
John McCain photo

“One aspect of the [Vietnam] conflict by the way that I will never ever countenance is that we drafted the lowest income level of America and the highest income level found a doctor that would say that they had a bone spur. That is wrong. That is wrong. If we are going to ask every American to serve, every American should serve.”

John McCain (1936–2018) politician from the United States

On C-SPAN3, American History TV, quoted in The Republic https://www.azcentral.com/story/opinion/op-ed/ej-montini/2017/10/22/john-mccain-mocks-donald-trumps-deferment-bone-spurs-without-naming-him/789051001/ (October 2017)
2010s, 2017

Herta Müller photo
Jane Austen photo
Dr. Seuss photo

“… and the wolf chewed up the children and spit out their bones … But those were Foreign Children and it really didn’t matter …”

Dr. Seuss (1904–1991) American children's writer and illustrator, co-founder of Beginner Books

Caption to a political cartoon against the "America First" movement, showing children being read a story of "Adolf the Wolf", in PM Magazine (1 October 1941)

Jean Paul Sartre photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
Sarvajna photo
Jerome K. Jerome photo

“I can understand the ignorant masses loving to soak themselves in drink—oh, yes, it's very shocking that they should, of course—very shocking to us who live in cozy homes, with all the graces and pleasures of life around us, that the dwellers in damp cellars and windy attics should creep from their dens of misery into the warmth and glare of the public-house bar, and seek to float for a brief space away from their dull world upon a Lethe stream of gin. But think, before you hold up your hands in horror at their ill-living, what "life" for these wretched creatures really means. Picture the squalid misery of their brutish existence, dragged on from year to year in the narrow, noisome room where, huddled like vermin in sewers, they welter, and sicken, and sleep; where dirt-grimed children scream and fight and sluttish, shrill-voiced women cuff, and curse, and nag; where the street outside teems with roaring filth and the house around is a bedlam of riot and stench. Think what a sapless stick this fair flower of life must be to them, devoid of mind and soul. The horse in his stall scents the sweet hay and munches the ripe corn contentedly. The watch-dog in his kennel blinks at the grateful sun, dreams of a glorious chase over the dewy fields, and wakes with a yelp of gladness to greet a caressing hand. But the clod-like life of these human logs never knows one ray of light. From the hour when they crawl from their comfortless bed to the hour when they lounge back into it again they never live one moment of real life. Recreation, amusement, companionship, they know not the meaning of. Joy, sorrow, laughter, tears, love, friendship, longing, despair, are idle words to them. From the day when their baby eyes first look out upon their sordid world to the day when, with an oath, they close them forever and their bones are shoveled out of sight, they never warm to one touch of human sympathy, never thrill to a single thought, never start to a single hope. In the name of the God of mercy; let them pour the maddening liquor down their throats and feel for one brief moment that they live!”

Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1886)

“A Man like him (Tan Zuoren) is the back bone of our nation, is our nation's salt and calcium, is the foundation stone of the rebuilding of nation's morals; the beginning of the rebuilding of the society. To jail such a person, is to jail the nation's conscience.”

Cui Weiping (1956) Chinese film critic

自发而美好的思想感情 ——为谭作人先生呼吁 (11 April 2009) http://www.cuiweiping.net/blogs/cuiweiping/archives/133594.aspx

Francis Beaumont photo

“Mortality, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones:
Here they lie, had realms and lands,
Who now want strength to stir their hands”

Francis Beaumont (1584–1616) British dramatist

On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey http://www.englishverse.com/poems/on_the_tombs_in_westminster_abbey

Janeane Garofalo photo

“There's always [on women's magazines] that great photo of the actress or model lifting up her shirt just to show you the bone structure and the six-pack of her own. It's almost like when horses are auctioned and they show you their teeth. 'Am I good enough?”

Janeane Garofalo (1964) comedian, actress, political activist, writer

standup performance (accessible through .WAV files available on the Internet)[citation needed]
Standup routines

“Picture this:
A mountain splintering the sky like a broken bone, its western precipice plummeting onto jumbled scree.”

Sheri S. Tepper (1929–2016) American fiction writer

Source: The Visitor (2002), Ch. 1 : caigo faience, first lines (p. 1)

Lewis Pugh photo
Stephen R. Donaldson photo
Cameron Richardson photo

“They used to call me Cam-bones because I was so skinny.”

Cameron Richardson (1979) American actress

Maxim Magazine

Alan Charles Kors photo
Diane Ackerman photo

“When art separates this thick tangle of feelings, love bares its bones.”

Diane Ackerman (1948) Author, poet, naturalist

A Natural History of Love (1994)

Peter Greenaway photo
Aron Ra photo

“In their evolution, we see that the earliest pterosaurs were small, and yet still unnecessarily heavy and clumsy, both in the air and on the ground, but 160 million years of refinement has honed their abilities to the limit of incidental engineering. Despite their enormity, they were unbelievably lightweight; even the biggest ones were estimated at less than 500 lbs. They had hollow pneumatic bones of large diameter but only millimeters thick, making a strut-supported tubular frame that's surprisingly strong and highly resistant to the stresses of aeronautics. They also had extraordinarily powerful wing muscles, and this made them capable of vaulting airborne in a single bolt. Once in the air, muscle strands and tendons in the membrane of the wing itself worked with a network of pycnofibres to give them all the data they needed for subtle adjustments to the shape of the wing. The portions of the brain which were dedicated to flight, balance and visual gaze stabilization in birds are all larger and more adapted in pterosaurs. In fact, scientists are now convinced that these animals had such a mastery of flight, that the larger ones could even cross oceans, going 80 mph at 15,000 feet for thousands of miles on a single launch.”

Aron Ra (1962) Aron Ra is an atheist activist and the host of the Ra-Men Podcast

Youtube, Other, Pterosaurs are Terrible Lizards https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_htQ8HJ1cA (December 3, 2013)

Scipio Africanus photo

“Thankless country, thou shalt not possess even my bones!”
Ingrata patria, ne ossa quidem mea habes.

Scipio Africanus (-235–-183 BC) Roman general in the Second Punic War

Epitaph ordered by Scipio to be placed upon his tomb in Campania, as reported in Valerius Maximus Factorvm et dictorvm memorabilivm libri Novem, Lib. V http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/valmax5.html, cap. iii; translation from Familiar Short Sayings of Great Men (1887), p. 477

Thomas Fuller (writer) photo

“5324. Two Dogs fight for a Bone, and a third runs away with it.”

Thomas Fuller (writer) (1654–1734) British physician, preacher, and intellectual

Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727), Gnomologia (1732)

Christopher Vokes photo
Henry Moore photo
William S. Burroughs photo
Tom Petty photo

“Always had more dogs than bones.”

Tom Petty (1950–2017) American musician

Square One
Lyrics, Highway Companion (2006)

Dylan Moran photo
Francois Rabelais photo
Charles Darwin photo
Patrick Rothfuss photo

“On his first hand he wore rings of stone,
Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.
There were rings unseen on his second hand,
One was blood in a flowing band,
One was air all whisper thin,
And the ring of ice had a flaw within.
Full faintly shone the ring of flame,
And the final ring was without name.”

A poem from the second book of the The Kingkiller Chronicle, quoted in an interview at Fantasymundo (1 August 2009) http://www.fantasymundo.com/articulos/2207/fantasymundo_entrevista_patrick_rothfuss_nombre_viento
The Wise Man's Fear (2011)

Winston S. Churchill photo

“Thus I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence, which is a noble thing.”

Winston S. Churchill (1874–1965) Prime Minister of the United Kingdom

On studying English rather than Latin at school, Chapter 2 (Harrow).
My Early Life: A Roving Commission (1930)

John Donne photo

“A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.”

John Donne (1572–1631) English poet

The Relic, stanza 1

Cesare Pavese photo