Bones Quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez Download Open image “He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bones Lost Voice
“Within him something bade to cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle hymn, but he could… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“The sound of his voice was an overwhelming relief, like remembering the name of a beloved song or returning to a childhood haunt to… — Galt Niederhoffer Copy Share Image
And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.” — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“He rises off the bed and tries to speak, but cannot stop the pain in his throat, and cannot articulate a word, capable only… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever. — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
“The Captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw on her eyelashes the first glimmer of wintry frost. Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“Courage did not come from the need to survive, or from a brute indifference inherited from someone else, but from a driving need for… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.” — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“I didn't do any of what they told me,' she said, 'because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
He thought about his people without sentimentalily, with a strick closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
I was asked the other day if I would be interested in the Nobel Prize, but I think that for me it would be… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
One of the best moments of any Liars show is hearing the crowd squawk 'We're doomed! We're doomed!' on cue during 'We Fenced Other… — Rob Sheffield Copy Share Image
May nothing entice me till I happily make my way to Jesus Christ! Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of… — Ignatius of Antioch Copy Share Image
Can you imagine any better example of divine creative accomplishment that the consummate flying machine that is a bird? The skeleton, very flexible and… — Guy Murchie Copy Share Image
Surely, God could have caused birds to fly with their bones made of solid gold, with their veins full of quicksilver, with their flesh… — Galileo Galilei Copy Share Image
Men are fair, and they have learned not to personalize anger - they can disagree with you and argue to the bone, but afterward… — Warren Farrell Copy Share Image
I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex… — Jeffrey Dahmer Copy Share Image
One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish… — Anita Diament Copy Share Image
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and… — Catharine Arnold Copy Share Image
REVIEW, v.t. To set your wisdom (holding not a doubt of it./ Although in truth there's neither bone nor skin to it)/ At work… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
