Quotes Galore + Mini Review: Bones By Yrsa Daley Ward

Quotes Galore + Mini Review: Bones By Yrsa Daley Ward


Bones by Yrsa Daley Ward are reflections on a particular life honed to their essence–so clear and pared-down, they become universal.
From navigating the oft competing worlds of religion and desire, to balancing society’s expectations with the raw experience of being a woman in the world; from detailing the experiences of growing up as a first generation black British woman, to working through situations of dependence and abuse; from finding solace in the echoing caverns of depression and loss, to exploring the vulnerability and redemption in falling in love, each of the raw and immediate poems in Daley-Ward’s bone resonate to the core of what it means to be human.




Mini Review


This year I have been trying to challenge myself to get out of my comfort zone. In my personal life, as well as in my hobbies. With books, since I have only been reading fiction up until last year, in 2020 I have decided to push myself to read more non-fiction and while your girl was busy educating herself reading up on history and economy, I found poetry. 

Up until this year, poetry isn’t exactly something that has ever peaked my interest much. But this year after losing my ability to read most fiction novels, I have found myself turning to poetries as a breather in between heavier non-fiction novels. 

To be quite honest with you, I have no idea what a good poetry novel should read like. With fictions, it is easy to tell. With non-fiction as well, as long as the author can write it in a way that is easily understandable even to dumdums, for me that is good enough. However, the same bar cannot be applied to poetries. At least that’s what I have gathered. 

I have read a few poetry books, and a lot of them just sound very pompous and flowy without much umph behind it. But with Bones by Yrsa Daley Ward, I found myself being pulled into it. A lot of it was beautifully written, however most of them also just was there to be pretty. Yet, there were a few that hits deep. Those pulled a string within me that I didn’t know I had before. And that feeling is how I gauge what a good poetry/poem is. At least for now. 

Who knows, the more I read, my opinions might change yet again. The only thing that is constant is change, after all. Don’t you agree?






“You are eighty percent water. Stop getting so wasted. Please. You should have married the kind one. This searching, searching for nothing, will kill you.”



bones Ysra



“Smiling at devils is a useful, learned thing.”


“You are an accident in waiting.
The type of accident with casualties spanning from me to you
and here to there, a potential tragedy, a stunning unborn disaster.”





“If you are afraid to write it,
that’s a good sign.
I suppose you know when you’re
writing the
truth when you’re terrified.”





“See that just outside there are people lined streets that are emptier than your insides, skies darker than your own.”


“If I’m entirely honest, and you say I must be I want to stay with you all afternoon evening, night and tomorrow pressed into you so tightly that we don’t know whose belly made what sound, whose heart it is that is thumping like that until I don’t know if the sweat on my chest is yours or mine or ours.”



bones Ysra Daley ward



“You are a beautiful danger. Do not force me to open up. Some books are bound tightly for years for reasons.”


“You may not run away
from the thing that you are.
because it comes and comes and comes as
sure as you breathe.
As certain. The thing is deep inside your linings,
way down in the marrow.”


“Truth is a beauty, whether pretty or not.
Love doesn’t always mean you should stay.
Sometimes the truth has to punch you, twice.
Love doesn’t always mean you should stay.”





“Loving someone who hates
is a special kind of violence.
A fight inside the bones.
A war within the blood.”





“What is now will soon be past Just because you do it doesn’t mean you always will. Whether you’re dancing dust or breathing light you’re never exactly the same, twice.”



bones Ysra Daley ward



“My mother is with me most nights, though. She was is my first love. I dream her fiercely and in those dreams I love her and get angry and shake her and bite, grind my teeth and wake up, full of everything.”


“There are not nearly enough distractions and it can all get too bloody silent, which leaves room for dangerous things, like thinking.”


“Before you are dismantled, fixed and broke again you are not yet a lover.”





“Remember on the right night and
under the right light
any idea can seem like a good one
and love
love is mostly ill advised but always





“Do not go too far for peace and quiet do not run too far because the country can be as loud as the city too noisy in its stillness and anyway, there will always be your breath which, hard as you try, you cant do without you cant run away from. There will always be your heart beating stronger and louder the harder, the further you run.”


“The most important thing to do is not to worry. The lines on your face will never stop the sun from coming up. Your tears cannot affect the weather.”



bones poetry



“The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.”






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