“I managed to potter along tolerably well in the morning, sitting in the sun and sketching the old buildings... but in the afternoon, sitting in the shade... with stiff fingers and chilled bones... the water froze in little cakes all over the picture.” WellsLittlesWaterMorningSunBuildingSittingFingersBonesShadeCakeAfternoonPottersSketchingOld BuildingsChilled Author:Howard Pyle
“At my death paint my body with red paint and plunge it into fresh water to be restored back to life, otherwise my bones will be turned into stone and my joints into flint in my grave, but my spirit will rise” BodySpiritWaterRedStonesPaintBonesGravesJointsPlungeFresh Water Author:Crazy Horse
“It's strange how deserts turn us into believers. I believe in walking in a landscape of mirages, because you learn humility. I believe in living in a land of little water because life is drawn together. And I believe in the gathering of bones as a testament to spirits that have moved on. If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self.” IfsBelieveLittlesSelfTogetherRememberLife IsSpiritTurnsI BelieveWaterLandHumilityStrangeWalkingHolySacredMovedForgottenI Believe InBonesBelieverDesertLandscapeTestamentGatheringPilgrimageMoved OnMiragesDrawn Together Book:Red: passion and patience in the desert Source: Red: passion and patience in the desert
“Stop watering things that were never meant to grow in your life. Water what works, what's good, what's right. Stop playing around with those dead bones and stuff you can't fix, its over...leave it alone! You're coming into a season of greatness. If you water what's alive and divine, you will see harvest like you've never seen before. Stop wasting water on dead issues, dead relationships, dead people, a dead past. No matter how much you water concrete, you can't grow a garden.” PeopleIfsMatterPastGrowsStuffWaterIssuesAliveGreatnessDivineLike YouGardenSeasonsBonesConcreteHarvestDead PeoplePlaying Around Author:T. D. Jakes
“A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.” MenWellsKindLittlesDifferentStoriesUseBodyLife IsFatherWaterWhitePoorRichCuttingWrittenDogMarkBonesFleshHipsRanNecksReliefReachingPensVillageChestsScarBlankRopePillowWhipsSpineCottonRich ManPoor ManCollarsPremiumButtocks Author:Aravind Adiga
“Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.” YearsHumansLyingGrowsWaterTreeMereBonesCirclesDryFortyBiologyEnginesResurrectionBricksFurBarkBack AgainSlothMossSlateArcticDormantSnailVaultsSoakingTropicsRoofing Book:The Signature of All Things Source: The Signature of All Things
“If anything is endemic to Wyoming it is wind. This big room of space is swept out daily, leaving a bone yard of fossils, agates, and carcasses in every stage of decay. Though it was water that initially shaped the state, wind is the meticulous gardener, raising dust and pruning the sage.” IfsStatesBigsWaterSpaceRoomsStageWindLeavingBonesDustDecayYardsSageFossilsGardenerWyomingMeticulousPruning Book:The solace of open spaces Source: The solace of open spaces
“The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.” MayLittlesFeelingsBodyRememberWaterMemoriesFlowFilledFingersBonesFleshCellsStreamsTouchedJointsSponges Author:Clarissa Pinkola Estes
“Think about it. For the sake of fame, men will risk great dangers. They put themselves in the jaws of death more than for their children. For fame, they will spend their money like water and work their fingers to the bone. Have you not observed this in your own home?” ThinkingMenChildrenHomeWaterRiskDangerFameFingersSakeBones Author:Karen Essex
“I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes. Petals are bone marrow; pearls come from oysters. The dragon lives in the sky, ocean, marshes, and mountains; and the mountains are also its cranium. Its voice thunders and jingles like copper pans. It breathes fire and water; and sometimes the dragon is one, sometimes many.” MindSometimesUniverseVoiceWaterRoomsFantasyFireSkyMountainOceanBonesBreatheDragonsParadoxPearlsThunderPetalsOystersMarrowCopperMarshesJinglesBone Marrow Author:Maxine Hong Kingston