- This article is about the rigid organ. For the graphic novel, see Bone (graphic novel).
"Bones" redirects here. For the television series, see Bones (TV series).
A bone is a rigid organ that constitutes part of the vertebral skeleton. Bones support and protect the various organs of the body, produce red and white blood cells, store minerals, and also enable mobility. Bone tissue is a type of dense connective tissue. Bones come in a variety of shapes and sizes and have a complex internal and external structure. They are lightweight yet strong and hard, and serve multiple functions. Mineralised osseous tissue or bone tissue, is of two types—cortical and cancellous—and gives it rigidity and a coral-like three-dimensional internal structure. Other types of tissue found in bones include marrow, endosteum, periosteum, nerves, blood vessels, and cartilage. Bone is an active tissue composed of different cells.
- Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
- Take that bone out of your nose and call me back.
- Rush Limbaugh as "Jeff Christie" on a top-40 music program in Pittsburgh in the 1970s, quoted in Gehr, Richard (8 October 1990), "Mouth at Work", Newsday, "Recalling a stint as an "insult-radio" DJ in Pittsburgh, he admits feeling guilty about, for example, telling a black listener he could not understand to "take that bone out of your nose and call me back."" ; also in Fairness & Accuracy In Reporting (1995-05-01). The Way Things Aren't: Rush Limbaugh's Reign of Error. New Press. p. 49. ISBN 156584260X. OCLC 31782620. , and Bone Voyage. Snopes.com (2007-09-04).
- A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog when you are just as hungry as the dog.
- Jack London, "Confessions," The Road (New York: Macmillan, 1907).
- To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
- And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;
And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.
And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.
And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.
- The heart of the wise teacheth his mouth, and addeth learning to his lips.
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
- Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.
- For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:
For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
- Hard words break no bones.
- Strauss, Emmanuel (1998). Dictionary of European Proverbs. Routledge. p. 17. ISBN 0415160502.
- Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
- A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I!)
- “Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
“The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die—
“The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!”
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.
- Tomlinson, l. 7–10 (1891).
- Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To digg the dust encloased heare
Blese be the man that spares these stones
And curst be he that moves my bones
- Shakespeare's epitaph
- Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
- King John, Act IV, scene 3, line 148 (1598).
- Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
- Antony, Julius Caesar, Act III, scene ii (1599).
- Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
- Ariel, The Tempest, Act I, scene ii (1611).
- I will consult the bones!! [disperses bones on ground, pauses for a moment, then whispers discreetly to Willow] …The bones tell me…nothing.
- Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs.
- Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c'est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette. Alors, allez y, nom d'un chien!
- So, little Amelie, your bones aren't made of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance go by, eventually your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So... Go and get him, for pete's sake!
- Raymond Dufayel (played by Serge Merlin) in Amélie (25 April 2001, written by Guillaume Laurant, story by Guillaume Laurant and Jean-Pierre Jeunet).
- Throw me a frickin' bone here!
- Your bones don't break, mine do. That's clear. Your cells react to bacteria and viruses differently than mine. You don't get sick, I do. That's also clear. But for some reason, you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We're on the same curve, just on opposite ends.
- Evey, please…there is a face beneath this mask, but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath them.
- I believe them bones are me
Some say we're born into the grave
I feel so alone, gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones
- In ancient Rome
There was a poem
About a dog
Who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
'Till he dropped dead
- Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine
- Got hair in a girl
That flows to her bones
And a comb in her pocket
If the winds get blown
- We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That's the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones