Quotes About Hands

She held the robe together with both hands—there was so much to cover that it took both hands—and stepped aside as I walked

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.

Ideology is masturbation, a jerk-off afforded to those few privileged with time on their hands and no wolves at the door.

had held the gun that shot the tiger. They were the hands that put the medicine on his legs. They were the hands that had held him when he cried. They were complicated hands, Rob thought.

Why, the club was just the quietest place in the world, a place where a woman could run in to brush her hair and wash her hands, and change her library book, and have a cup of tea.

I know that just means you understand. At least, I hope you do." "I do." I understand that you had an impossible choice to make. I understand that I couldn't be that choice. It had to be both of us--Annie and me--safe, and what you wanted didn't matter. Just like when you let go of my hands in the helicopter.

He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.

He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap.

He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.

While the pigeons fretted up and down the sidewalk with their hands folded behind their backs.

In fact, whatever exists in the universe, in essence, in appearance, in the imagination, the painter has first in his mind and then in his hands ... it lies in his power to create them . . .

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up" "You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

To clasp the hands in prayer is the beginning of an uprising against the disorder of the world.

Without Prayer nothing good is done. God's works are done with our hands joined, and on our knees. Even when we run, we must remain spiritually kneeling before Him.

Prayer is of transcendent importance. Prayer is the mightiest agent to advance God's work. Praying hearts and hands only can do God's work. Prayer succeeds when all else fails.

You have no skills in your hands. You have no education of understanding the meaning and the purpose and the compassion and the relationship. You have just a profession.

Some of you with Pilate wash your hands,Showing an outward pity.

Las manos de los hombres no saben usar máscaras. Los hombres ponen duras las facciones hasta para sentirse guapos, pero las manos siempre los delatan. Cuando unas manos de hombre no te dicen nada, lo más probable es que el fulano sea un pendejito sin carácter.

When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger; invisible hands draw back the curtains, a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust of the piano...

Elleri yüzlere ye?lerim. Yüzler, ?imdiki zamanla ?i?mi?, aptal, yabanc?d?rlar, an?lar?yla hiç uzla?amazlar ama ellerin resmi, hemen hemen dinsel, uzun sureli bir görgüleri var ve tarafs?z bir içtenlikleri. Kan?t?: aynaya hiç bakmazlar. Bak??lar?n? ve duru?lar?n? hiç hesaplamazlar.

Clearly she had been forgiven, but they had also settled into the maddening familiarity of friendship; maddening for her at least, lying on the fresh spring grass, their hands almost touching as he told her about Lola, this incredible Spanish girl he'd met while skiing in the Pyrenees.

They passed a law that said I couldn't put my hands in my pockets. Do you know why? Because they would become concealed weapons. I can kill a man with these hands.

Trust me, we need it. Or rather, we need it to not wind up in the hands of somebody else. Oh, wait! Damn it!" "What?" "It just occurred to me that I could have written Dave a message on a wall using my own shit!