“As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.” WorldBeautifulStarsFeltSawsThis WorldWallStonesSkinsEmptinessDetachmentFusionNumbnessSeparateness Book:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams Source: Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams
“This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones I can wash the dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones” LittlesI CanEarthFacesLandStonesSkinsBonesDustPatches Author:Ralph McTell
“But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company. Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turn his heart to stone. Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.” MenFeelsHeartReasonHomeTurnsHeavenCompanyHellFoolMy FriendsStonesSkinsSorryMilesTonightHalfwaySad Man Author:Bruce Springsteen
“The Stone Age gave us arrow heads and eventually knives, and that allowed us to kill animals in ways you couldn't before, and once you had them you were able to remove the skin and bones.” WayAgeAbleAnimalStonesSkinsBonesRemoveKnivesArrowsStone AgeSkin And Bones Author:Neal Barnard
“What is conserved in the ground? Stone, bronze, ivory, bone, sometimes pottery. Never wood objects, no fabric or skins. That completely skews our notions about primitive man.” MenSometimesObjectsStonesSkinsNotionWoodsBonesPrimitiveFabricIvoryBronzePotteryPrimitive Man Author:Pablo Picasso
“I don't think I'm wrong when I say that the most beautiful objects of the "stone age" were made of skin, fabric, and especially wood. The "stone age" ought to be called the "wood age." How many African statues are made of stone, bone, or ivory? Maybe one in a thousand! And prehistoric man had no more ivory at his disposal than African tribes. Maybe even less. He must have had thousands of wooden fetishes, all gone now.” ThinkingMenMadeAgeBeautifulGoneObjectsOughtThousandStonesSkinsWoodsBonesFabricTribesStatuesIvoryFetishPrehistoricStone AgeBeautiful ObjectsPrehistoric ManAfrican Tribes Author:Pablo Picasso
“Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.” HeartChildrenMomentsStoriesMovingUsedMotherFatherParentWaterGrowing UpLetting GoStonesSkinsAccomplishmentCoveredApprovalMother And FatherChildren Growing UpGrowing Children Book:The Five People You Meet In Heaven Source: The Five People You Meet In Heaven
“I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.” FeelsSaidBodyMightFoundHurtWorryToo MuchAirTaughtStonesSkinsWoodsTongueLiftsRanSpokesNervesCheeksBrushesSkipSlenderGrinningGiddy Book:The Song of Achilles Source: The Song of Achilles
“His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.” FeelsHeartNightWaterSweetMy HeartDrinkBirdCapacityStonesWindowSkinsDressesFingersLovelyInnocentNakedCagesDrowningSlidesPulseGarmentsConsoleThirstyRoaringMattressesGoblin Author:Angela Carter