{"quotes":[{"text":"I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief.","author":"Anne Spollen","tags":["bones","grief","lightness"],"id":303,"author_id":"Anne+Spollen"},{"text":"Those who die young, they are cheated,” she said. “Not cheated out of life, because life is a penance, but the young, they’re cheated because they don’t know it’s coming. They don’t have time to move closer, to return home. When you know you’re going to die, you try to be near the bones of your own people. You don’t even think you have bones when you’re young, even when you break them, you don’t believe you have them. But when you’re old, they start reminding you they’re there. They start turning to dust on you, even as you’re walking here and there, going from place to place. And this is when you crave to be near the bones of your own people. My children never felt this. They had to look death in the face, even before they knew what it was. Just like you did, no?","author":"Edwidge Danticat","tags":["bones","death","home","move","return","young"],"id":410,"author_id":"Edwidge+Danticat"},{"text":"I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?”His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.”“Yeah, well, consider me an original.”This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment.“I always have.","author":"Jeaniene Frost","tags":["bones","cat","humorous","love"],"id":4738,"author_id":"Jeaniene+Frost"},{"text":"Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows me whole and gnaws at my very bones. It floods me over and over, drowning me over and over... It is a torturous broken record player with a scratched disc on repeat, the wailing disrupting any possible good remaining after the tsunami. It wails and wails inside my ribcage and inside my skull. I cannot make it stop.","author":"Moonshine Noire","tags":["agony","bones","depression","loneliness","mental-disorders","mental-health","metaphors","ocean","records","sea","similes","torture","tsunami","waves"],"id":7256,"author_id":"Moonshine+Noire"},{"text":"Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-full moonSmiles down;My heart sighsAnd quietly whispers:I remember.","author":"Bryonie Wise","tags":["bones","breath","courage","heart","love","moon","moon-magic","moonlight","prayer","remember","sigh","smile","whisper"],"id":14065,"author_id":"Bryonie+Wise"},{"text":"I heard the car door shut and then Fabian's voice. 'You won't believe what I found around the edge of your property,' the ghost announced. 'A cave with prehistoric painting inside it!' I rolled my eyes. That was the best tactic Fabian could come up with? This was a vampire he was trying to stall, not a paleontologist.","author":"Jeaniene Frost","tags":["bones","fabian","funny","stalling"],"id":17509,"author_id":"Jeaniene+Frost"},{"text":"The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.","author":"William Shakespeare","tags":["men","evil","bones "],"id":19961,"author_id":"William+Shakespeare"},{"text":"Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul. And that you cannot take.","author":"Carew Papritz","tags":["bones","books","break","carew-papritz","heart","love","quotes","read","skin","soul-clothes","the-legacy-letters"],"id":24394,"author_id":"Carew+Papritz"},{"text":"We almost made love with fire, fire in our eyes, fire in our souls, and even in our bones.","author":"Tamara Stamenkovic","tags":["believe","bones","eyes","fire","fireheart","love","made-love","soul"],"id":31767,"author_id":"Tamara+Stamenkovic"},{"text":"Objects and ObjectivesTo contemplate LEGO. Many colours. Many shapes. Many inventive and useful shapes. Plastic. A versatile and practical substance. Symbolic of the resourcefulness of man. Oil taken from the depths of the very earth. Distillation of said raw material. Chemical processes. Pollution. Creating a product providing hours of constructive play. For children all over the world. Teaching our young. Through enjoyment. Preparing them for further resourcefulness. The progress of our kind.A book. Many books. Proud liners of walls. Fingered. Taken out with great care. Held open. Gazed upon / into with something like awe. A medium for the recording of and communication of knowledge. From the many to the many. Down the ages. And of art. And of love. But do you hear the trees outside whispering? Do their voices haunt you? No wonder. They are calling for their brothers. Pulped. Pressed. Coated. Printed. Bound. And for their other brothers which made the shelves to hold them. And for the roof over them as well.From the very beginning - everything at cost. A cave man, to get food, had to deal with the killing. And the bones from one death proved very useful for implementing the death of another.","author":"Jay Woodman","tags":["bones","books","cave-man","death","killing","knowledge","lego","man","poem","progress","prose-poetry","resourcefulness","trees"],"id":47677,"author_id":"Jay+Woodman"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":93,"pages":10,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}