Quotes About Gloved

the silence Holds with its gloved hand The wild hawk of the mind.

... the silenceHolds with its gloved handThe wild hawk of the mind.

Eros grimaced, as cute as only the God of Love can be, his gloved hand hovering over a glass box full of hissing adders.

Death... The voice dropped even more, black-gloved hands disappearing into the black folds of material. Don't you feel it? We're all dead here...all...very...dead.

He raised his gloved hands skyward, still smiling. He was a hard man to insult, because I'd been trying. He had this sort of cheerful goodwill that seemed to deflect everything. Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright. Wren didn't strike me as stupid. Insult

Hello!" the Russian says, waving his gloved hand. And I realize something else. I understood him. He said hello in Yiddish. He is Jewish, too. A

He scampered across the surface of the virtual timestreams, testing them with palps and toetips, the movement of the spider controlled by the fine twitches of his gloved hands.

Saudi women had no faces. We pulled away and ran over to the black shapes. We stared up at them, trying to make out where their eyes could be. One raised her hand, gloved in black, and we shrieked, "They have hands!" We pulled faces at her. We were truly awful, but what we were seeing was so alien, so sinister, that we were trying to tame it, make it less awful. And what these Saudi women saw, of course, was little black kids acting like baboons. After

Penelope slid her gloved finger under the envelope flap and nudged it open, pulling out the single sheet of paper on which she saw the fine, neat handwriting that had become so familiar to her since she'd started editing Colin's journals.

The doctor reached his gloved hands toward Grey's neck. As the tips of his fingers made contact, Grey darted his head forward.

My nose itched. I tried to ignore it, but it got worse and worse, until it was all I could think of, the flaming lance of itch that strobed at the tip of my nostril. Furiously, I wrinkled my face, rattled at my restraints. The doc absentmindedly noticed my gyrations and delicately scratched my nose with a gloved finger. The relief was fantastic. I just hoped my nuts didn't start itching anytime soon.

Carl waited while I knocked, and when the door opened I came within an ace of slipping a couple of pound coins into his gloved hand and asking him to book me a table at L'Epicure. Luckily, he stopped me by saluting violently, then turned on his heel and set off back down the corridor at a hundred and ten paces to the minute.

Her hands were gloved, small for her height-she was five six or seven-and her movements as clean as a poem. I was surprised and not sure why. She felt my gaze and looked up. Grey-blue eyes, soft as dove feathers.