But what sort of a way is that for bones to lie?

"Then we are lost and our bones will lie here forever," said Valentine.

For one thing, I believe in letting dead bones lie still.

They are those whose bones lie here, in this sepulchre.

Stanislav's bones lie on the floor around the study chair in which he died.

I led them to the spot where the bones and the curses of men lie with the gold which they may not have.

And everywhere bones, the skeletons of ten million people, lying where they fell.

"Down where the bones of our mothers lie, whom they drowned," she said.

They say his bones lie in the old graveyard to this day.

I'm approaching the place where your bones must lie.