“Every lord's mansion stands on the foundation of your bones, soldier, every field has been saturated with your sweat, and you, peasant, even if you worked your arms down to the stub, if you won a hundred battles, and faithfully gave the last drop of your blood for your country, you would always be a slave. There is no land for you, no heaven, no shelter, not even a doghouse where you could rest your poor head. You are the last before God and before people, the last one.” PeopleIfsHas BeensCountryLastsHeavenPoorLordBloodLandFieldsArmsBattleHundredFoundationSlaveSoldierBonesSweatShelterPeasantsMansionsBe A SlaveSaturated Author:Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont
“For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs, yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter frost heaved your bones in the ground--old toilers, soil makers: O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost.” YearsPastNamesTreeHundredRootsHorseWinterBonesGhostSoilFiftyAutumnMakersYellowPaleCurvesRogerFrostRibsPasturesPine TreesMackerel Book:Old and New Poems: Donald Hall Source: Old and New Poems: Donald Hall
“The world moves, but we seem to move with it. When I studied physiology beforethere were two hundred and eight bones in the body. Now there are two hundred and thirty- eight.” WorldTwoBodySeemsMovingKnowledgeProgressHundredEightBonesThirtyBiologyPhysiologyThirty Eight Author:Ellen Swallow Richards
“Of the two hundred bones in the human body, more than a quarter are in the foot. It is a more complicated instrument than an automobile transmission, and it is treated with far less consideration.” HumansTwoBodyFeetHundredInstrumentsComplicatedBonesTreatedConsiderationQuartersHuman BodyAutomobileTransmission Author:Barbara Kingsolver
“The living room is a monument to my impulsive spending habits. I've got more than two hundred DVDs, including cinematic greats such as Monkey Bone, Corkey Romano, and A Night at the Roxbury, leading me to believe not only do I have awful taste in films, but I also have a Chris Kattan fixation. What I don't have is $4000 earing intrest in a money market account.” BelieveTwoFilmNightRoomsHabitTasteHundredAccountsIncludingBonesSpendingAwfulMonkeysMonumentLiving RoomLeading MeDvdsCinematicImpulsiveFixation Author:Jen Lancaster
“I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.” FeelsYearsMomentsGriefHundredStonesBonesThat MomentWeariness Book:Good in Bed Source: Good in Bed
“Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?” KnowsTwoBodyEvilSixHundredBonesHey Book:Silence Source: Silence
“The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of his hand and a hundred musicians tear into the Handel, making a sound you've never heard before, and never will again. A sound that goes through you, through flesh and bone, and reorders the very beat of your heart.” HeartHandsSoundWalksHeardTearsKingsMusicianBeatsSpringHundredAll ThingsWaveBonesFleshGlancesHandel Book:Revolution Source: Revolution
“Two hundred miles from the surface of the earth there is no gravity. The laws of motion are suspended. You could turn somersaults slowly slowly, weight into weightlessness, nowhere to fall. As you lay on your back paddling in space you might notice your feet had fled your head. You are stretching slowly slowly, getting longer, your joints are slipping away from their usual places. There is no connection between your shoulder and your arm. You will break up bone by bone, fractured from who you are, drifting away now, the centre cannot hold.” TwoMightEarthLawTurnsFallSpaceBreakFeetArmsHundredConnectionsWeightWho You AreLaysBonesSurfaceMilesShouldersUsualGravityCentreJointsStretchingDriftingSuspendedSlippingPaddlingSlipping AwayLaws Of MotionWeightlessnessDrifting Away Author:Jeanette Winterson
“In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.” WayWritingFirstsLittlesHas BeensBodySpiritPoetryPoorDoubtProudFindingsHundredBonesNineOpeningQuestsBreezeCurtainsGave UpFinding PeaceTriumphantPastimeDejected Author:Matsuo Basho