Bones Quote by Cassandra Clare

“...he began to fear whether in the presence of far greater events, all his acts would not fade into insignificance, just as a drop…

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

“Rain came down in sheets. It had been a miserable spring. Already he despaired of ever again walking under an unclouded sky.”

— Sherry Thomas

“And he would watch the snow falling, thin and ceaseless, on the empty lands below the window, and feel the dull cold grow within…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“She reminded him of (...) all the shivering, stupefying misery in a world that never yet had provided enough heat and food and justice…

— Joseph Heller

“Sometimes I actually hope that he did once feel empty and hopeless and helpless enough to slash his wrists to the bone, because if…

— Matthew Quick

“He was afraid that his body would come loose, all his bones spilling out like a building collapsing, like a picket fence clattering apart.”

— Robert Cormier

“He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.”

— Phillip W. Simpson

“He met failure as one day he would probably meet death, with cynical resentment and the courage of a solitary.”

— John le Carré

“He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.”

— V. Theia

“He used to be so happy, but now he walks around with so much negative energy. Sometimes a personal rain cloud can be deadly,…

— Chris Colfer

“She saw how the skim of filth, which was despair, which was hopelessness, fell like soot on the lives of the poor.”

— Alice McDermott

“dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.”

— Haruki Murakami