Quotes about Bone

The more important the subject and the closer it cuts to the bone of our hopes and needs, the more we are likely to err in establishing a framework for analysis.

How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

We are united to Christ who is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh, and participate in the risen Humanity of Christ so that we are bone of His bone and flesh of His flesh.

And I thought to myself: This is what Creation looked like. The same stillness, the same crunching of bone.

BoneMan still had his back to him and was turning with a stunned stare. The head of the sledgehammer landed on the side of the man's head with a sickening crack.

Instructions were written by each inset, detailing the correct amount of force to use so the bone wouldn't break with enough force to cut through the skin. Along one wall sat a metal-framed bed. And on the bed lay several piles of four-by-four wooden blocks. A neatly folded stack of towels and several coils of string had been set at the head of the bed. Atop them lay a large sledgehammer and vise grips.

He'd broken the man's bone. And now he should break his fingers and both of his arms and both of his legs as instructed by the drawings. He should do it now, while the man was out. He already had the man's right arm wrapped in towels, bridging the gap between two blocks of wood. He should break it. How would BoneMan know? He hadn't seen any closed- circuit camera.

One shard of brilliant summer pierced me and remains. By this only unregenerate bone I am not dead, but waiting.

This formation of man from soft clay, and of woman from a hard bone, also illustrated why man was so much more easily reconcilable than woman.