#marrow

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#chill #clearly #death #eyes #heart

He's as cool as a prized marrow! ↗

— Sid Waddell

#marrow #prized

The private sector can go forward, if it must, with destruction of embryos for questionable and ethically challenged science. But spend the people's money on proven blood cord, bone marrow, germ cell, and adult cell research. ↗

— Roger Wicker

#blood #bone #bone marrow #cell #cell research

No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me. ↗

— Truman Capote

#bones #cold #did #down #ever

I don't have feeling in my feet to my fingertips; I also have active lesions in my bone marrow and in my eyes. ↗

— Karen Duffy

#also #bone #bone marrow #eyes #feeling

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

#art #aside #bones #glorious #how

It is something that is called MDS. It is a rare blood disorder that affects the bone marrow. I'm going to beat this. My doctors say it and my faith says it. ↗

— Robin Roberts

#beat #blood #bone #bone marrow #called

If you're going to be alive and on this planet, you have to, like, suck the marrow out of every day and get the most out of it. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#day #every #every day #get #going

Every year, nearly two-thirds of the approximately 200,000 patients in need of a bone marrow transplant will not find a marrow donor that matches within their families. ↗

— Nathan Deal

#bone #bone marrow #donor #every #families

If I had thought the beef marrow might be a hell of a lot of work for not much difference, I needn’t have worried. The taste of the marrow is rich, meaty, intense in a nearly-too-much way. In my increasingly depraved state, I could think of nothing at first but that it tasted like really good sex. But there was something more than that, even. What it really tastes like is life, well lived. Of course the cow I got marrow from had a fairly crappy life – lots of crowds and overmedication and bland food that might or might not have been a relative. But deep in his or her bones, there was a capacity for feral joy. I could taste it. ↗

— Julie Powell

#cooking #cows #food #life #marrow