Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we'll have so much to talk about when I see you again? (Bones)

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.

Why not collect and clean chicken wishbones in the run-up to Christmas spray them silver and use each to pinch together a white hem-stitch napkin?

Weight-bearing exercise builds bone density builds your muscular strength so that you can hold your body up where those bones have a tendency to get weak.

It seemed romantic but also tragic - people would be winning but then lose it all or crash but fight on break bones but get back on their bikes and try to finish. Just getting to the end was seen as an achievement in itself.

My object will be first to show by what connections the history of the fossil bones of land animals is linked to the theory of the earth and why they have a particular importance in this respect.

We are more than just flesh and bones. There's a certain spiritual nature and something of the mind that we can't measure. We can't find it. With all our sophisticated equipment we cannot monitor or define it and yet it's there.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood bones and hair.

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it and when the time comes to let it go to let it go.

Litigant. A person about to give up his skin for the hope of retaining his bones.

Order is the sanity of the mind the health of the body the peace of the city the security of the state. Like beams in a house or bones to a body so is order to all things.

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

He didn't come out of my belly but my God I've made his bones because I've attended to every meal and how he sleeps and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.

I have funny bones. If there's ever any kind of tension I'll always be the one to try and be funny to loosen things up.

Jews know this in their bones. Our community could not exist for a day without its volunteers. They are the lifeblood of our organizations whether they involve welfare youth education care of the sick and elderly or even protection against violence and abuse.

I gave the couple a hint of a design that would work great with the bones of their home. They weren't ready for it and they embarrassed themselves and that's too bad.

Evolution is unobservable. It's based on blind faith in a few dry bones and on unreliable dating systems in which the gullible trust. Kids should be allowed to make up their own minds about this issue and not be censored to 'one side is all we will let you hear.'

Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

In LA where I live it's all about perfectionism. Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy - a crow and a rabbit - to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

Oh literature oh the glorious Art how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us and chucks us aside. Alas!