Depression cannot be overcome by listing a series of good things in one's life, any more than a broken foot can be… — Mallory Ortberg Copy Share Image
On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest,… — Adlai E. Stevenson Copy Share Image
I gave the couple a hint of a design that would work great with the bones of their home. They weren't ready… — Douglas Wilson Copy Share Image
She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
Being stick skinny to the extent where you can see your bones through your skin is not a good look. You don't… — Rumer Willis Copy Share Image
I've got a thick skull and big, thick bones that don't break apart easily. — Terry Funk Copy Share Image
We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“The granularity of bones in a body. A forest with galaxies of moss.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
The dog that buried the bone which even a canine appetite could not manage, the squirrel that gathered nuts for a later… — Will Durant Copy Share Image
Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head" -his eyes… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
The bone's 6 inches out of his leg and all he's yelling is, 'Win the game, win the game.' I've not seen… — Rick Pitino Copy Share Image
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's… — Liam O'Flaherty Copy Share Image
What would dawn have been like, had you awakened? It would have sung through your bones. All I can do this morning… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
How can anyone be interested in war? - that glorious pursuit of annihilation with its ceremonious bellowings and trumpetings over the mangling… — Margaret Caroline Anderson Copy Share Image
Stories live in your blood and bones, follow the seasons and light candles on the darkest night-every storyteller knows she or he… — Patti Davis Copy Share Image
Had the Holocaust happened in Tahiti or the Congo, as it has; had it happened in South America, as it has; had… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
Dancers use their bodies in extraordinary ways, so we are chronically pre-arthritic, because of how we use our muscles and our bones. — Judith Jamison Copy Share Image
Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James said without opening his eyes. "I would say that I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm sure… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
