#bones

My parents were political, so it's definitely in my bones. Wherever I am, I always seem to get involved with politics. I think, once it's in your bloodstream, it's always there. I love it. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#am #bloodstream #bones #definitely #get

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-" "Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#humor #sparkles #humor

The white man's blood and bones have begotten this bronze race, and bequeathed to it in some degree qualities, tendencies, capabilities, such as are the inheritance of the highest order of human animals. ↗

— Fanny Kemble

#bequeathed #blood #bones #bronze #capabilities

In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings. ↗

— Evel Knievel

#blood #bones #break #days #every

I have funny bones. If there's ever any kind of tension, I'll always be the one to try and be funny to loosen things up. ↗

— Matt LeBlanc

#any #bones #ever #funny #i

He's part of the product and will make no bones about creating that image to bring the value up in his product, bring the value up in everything he touches. ↗

— Marla Maples

#bones #bring #creating #everything #his

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self." "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #humor #jace-wayland #magnificent

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#life

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones. ↗

— M. Jones

#death #frankie-and-formaldehyde #gallows-humor #life #death

I was lucky to have been born with cheekbones. ↗

— Suzy Parker

#born #cheekbones #i #lucky