Bones Mccoy Quotes

Goddess Rising This is for the women Who have walked with hidden shame Stirring like all is well Though weighted down in pain. This is for her Inner Child Who longs to forget Her innocence stolen Body, soul and spirit rent into pieces- fragments-broken-bent This is for the Maiden Longing to belong -To another - In hopes to make right the darkened wrongs Not realizing-blinded by oozing wounds Her own innate delicious power Thick within her womb This is for the Mother Breaking eons of fettered chains For the children she has birthed Through blood and breaths of change She calls them Redemption Regardless of their names This is for the Crone Who called her shattered pieces Home To herself- To all her luminous bodies Where she never dared to feel Making strong her bones Crushing~ oppressors With the swaying of her hips Her hands soaring like doves Honey dripping from her lips This is for the Wild Woman Who traversed the Underground Leaving her footprints While taming the Hellhounds. Like a seed breaking fallow ground Emerging fruitful garden No longer bound By the nightmare of the past Awakened from the Dream- Of Separation SHE. IS.- merging realms between. This is for the woman, for the Goddess For me For you Rising from our ashes Making ALL things new~

You set, Bones?" "Ouch," McCoy said. "I assume that pun was meant to make me feel better, or else accidental.

To My Priestess Sisters To my priestess sisters: the keepers of mysteries, the medicine women, the story keepers and story tellers, the holy magicians, the wild warriors, the original ones, the ones who carry the ancients within the marrow of your bones, the ones forged in the fires, the ones who have bathed in thier own blood, the heroines who wear thier scars as stars, the ones who give birth to their visions and dreams, the ones who weep and howl upon the holy altars, the avatars, the mothers, maidens and crones, the mystics, the oracles, the artists, the musicians, the virgins, the sensual and sexual, the women of our world- I honor you. I stand for you and with you. I celebrate both your autonomy and our sisterhood of One. We are many. We are fierce. We are tender. We are the change agents and we are radically holding and clearing space for the bursting forth of the holy seeds of the collective conscience and consciousness. We are manifestors and flames of purification and transformation. We are living our lives in authenticity, vulnerability, transparency and unapologetically. We are committed to integrity, impeccability, accountability, responsibility and passionate love. We are here on purpose, with purpose and give no energy to conformity, acceptance or approval. We are the daughters of the earth and the courageous of the cosmos. Priestess, keep living your life passionately, raising the cosmic vibrations and lowering your standards for no one. You are brazenly blessed and a force of nature. Nurture yourself and one another. You are a crystalline bridge between realms and uniting heaven and earth. You are a priestess and you are divinely anointed, appointed and unstoppable.

Jax wears angst like an accessory. Black tends to be his aesthetic unless he needs to wear McCoy’s white branding. His daily wardrobe includes Doc Martens, T-shirts, and ripped jeans. He rocks jackets with slogans and decorates his tattooed fingers with rings. To put it lightly, he’s bad to the last British bone in his body. No matter how attractive he is, his guarded hazel eyes scream to stay the hell out of his way. Not to mention his attitude toward me is about as friendly as walking down a dark alley at midnight.

Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: How old do you think I am, anyway? Lt. Commander Data: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records. Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: Explain how you remember that so exactly! Lt. Commander Data: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir. Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: [looking at both sides of Data's head] I don't see no points on your ears, boy, but you sound like a Vulcan. Lt. Commander Data: No, sir. I am an android. Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: Hmph. Almost as bad.' 'Data: [uses a device in his arm to open a door] Open sesame! You could say I have a magnetic personality. [laughs at his joke] Data: Humor! I love it!' 'Lt. Commander Data: Spot, you are disrupting my ability to work. [he puts Spot to the floor, but she jumps back on Data's desk] Spot: Meow. Lt. Commander Data: Vamoose, ye little varmint!

Basically, it was the equivalent of Star Trek II adding in a quick scene of Spock mind melding with Dr. “Bones” McCoy while saying “Remember” as a lifeline to resituate the doomed Spock in the third Star Trek movie, to tell audiences that there was a possibility of life after death for their fallen hero.

Kirk pressed the Call key again. “Speaking of language, Bones, what was that about ‘novelty’” “Oh … well, Jim, I was just making an observation about the large number of women in Starfleet who turn out to be your old acquaintances.” “Aw, Bones …” “It’s almost as amazing as the number of those old flames who wind up on board the Enterprise.” “… what can I say?” The lift arrived. As they entered, Spock said, “Dr. McCoy has a valid statistical point—

Good morning, Ms. Early,” she said as she closed them in together. “I’m Dr. Perez.” She didn’t go to the computer and sign in. She came over and shook hands. And even as her dark eyes were making a sweep of Jo’s face, like she had one of Bones McCoy’s scanners implanted in her head, she wasn’t impersonal about it. “Let’s talk about what’s going on. Matthew gave me some idea, but I’d like to hear everything again from you.