A Quote by Kamila Shamsie

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same. — © Kamila Shamsie
Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.
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.
Our ape-like and arboreal ancestors entered upon the first of many short cuts. To crack a marrow-bone with a rock was the act which fathered the tool, and between the cracking of a marrow-bone and the riding down town in an automobile lies only a difference of degree.
I will continue to keep fighting sucking the marrow out of life as life sucks the marrow out of me.
The thought of going through a bone marrow transplant, which in my case called for a life-threatening dose of chemotherapy followed by a total replacement of my body's bone marrow, was scary enough. But then I learned that finding a donor can be the scariest part of all.
In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we came from.
Soon enough I would learn the specific diagnosis: myelodysplastic syndrome, a disorder of the bone marrow. In my case, the disease growing inside me had morphed into acute myeloid leukemia. I would need intensive chemotherapy and a bone marrow transplant to save my life.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.
He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.
Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.
Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe. . . the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree Were springs of Deity.
Joy is God in the marrow of our bones.
I want women and girls everywhere to know - deep in their bone marrow - that girls are born special, whole, and perfect, and nothing can alter that.
Feather to fire,fire to blood Blood to bone,bone to marrow Marrow to ashes,ashes to snow...
True worship comes from people who are deeply emotional and who love deep and sound doctrine. Strong affections for God rooted in thrush are the bone and marrow of biblical worship.
When thou seest thine enemy in trouble, curl not thy whiskers in contempt; for in every bone there is marrow, and within every jacket there is a man.
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