"Skin and bones" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... pining away in my anguish that I am nothing but skin and bones. Nothing gives me pleasure. I fly from company, and if in order to comply with the law of nations I go into some assembly or other, instead of enlivening, it nearly kills me."—[Lettres missives ...
— The Rise of the Dutch Republic, 1555-1566 • John Lothrop Motley
... make me fear he will be the death of me. This same doctor says of himself, that he does cure diseases when you have them; but when you have them not, he only pretends to keep them from coming. The physic he uses is fasting upon fasting, till he turns a body to a mere skeleton; as if to be wasted to skin and bones were not as bad as a fever. In short, he starves me to death; so that, when I thought, as being a governor, to have plenty of good hot victuals and cool liquor, and to repose on a soft feather-bed, I am come to do penance like ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... year even sought the shelter of the towns, taking possession of the streets. The cows, curiously enough, seemed to bear the hardship better than the bulls. The male, left to his own resources, had a tendency to "give up" and creep into the brush and die, while the females, reduced to skin and bones, struggled on, gnawing at the frozen stumps of ...
— Roosevelt in the Bad Lands • Hermann Hagedorn
... haddock, remove skin and bones, sprinkle with Salt and steam 20 minutes over boiling water. Cool and separate in flakes. Melt 1/4 cup butter, add 1 tablespoon flour mixed with 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon paprika Few grains cayenne and Slight grating ...
— For Luncheon and Supper Guests • Alice Bradley
... deserts, for, at great length, I described her moral turpitude to the crowd, our altercation had caused a mob to collect, and, to give weight to my argument, I pointed to limber-hamed Giton, drained dry, as it were, and to myself, reduced almost to skin and bones by the raging lust of that nymphomaniac harlot. So humiliated were our enemies by the guffaws of the mob, that in gloomy ill-humor they beat a retreat to plot revenge. As they perceived that we had prepossessed the mind of Lycurgus in ...
— The Satyricon, Complete • Petronius Arbiter
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