Quotes About Hands

One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I'm sorry. No one else made anything out of those streaked clouds. The fact that it happened is proof enough for me.

There are ten items laid out like the sephirot in a kabbalistic tree of life pattern. When they seem satisfied with the spread, they join hands and begin a low chant.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

If the embryo could reason in the womb, it would wonder why it grew hands and feet, and it would surely conclude that there must be another world to play and run and work.

Adrian: Do you smell that?" Sydney: "I smell the paint, and . . . wait . . . is that pine?" Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.

I don't suppose you offered to help?" "Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?" "What? With you?" "No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.

Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned ." He gestured to the kitchen dramatical y. "With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.

What is 'truth'?" Mike asked. ("What is Truth?" asked a Roman judge, and washed his hands of a troublesome question. Jubal wished that he could do likewise.)

When the light changed, the arrow dude crossed with the crowd, walking along Sunset like he was normal. Daniel clocked the dude as he passed. Big guy, hard, but he moved as if he was floating. Nasty hands, though, with big, coarse knuckles and veins wrapped under his skin like vines. Daniel

The reputation of a girl ... is a delicate thing. Like a mynah bird in your hands. slacken your grip and away it flies.

He had the blue kite in his hands; that was the first thing I saw. And I can't lie now and say my eyes didn't scan it for any rips.

In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.

He's a boy, you see, and, as such, what does he care about reputation? But you? The reputation of a girl, especially one as pretty as you, is a delicate thing, Laila. Like a mynah bird in your hands. Slacken your grip and away it flies. Fariba to her daughter Laila

Finally, the rain stopped. The sky draped like a large, starry blanket over the world. The moonlight painted the tiny waves around me the color of my grandfather's hair. I lifted my hands and laughed hysterically. My fingers dripped lustrous, metallic water like mercury. Specks of light danced on the ocean surface, beckoning me to join them. Time melted into space, letting me flow with it into oblivion.

Al's voice was faint but resolute. Stand up. Try to look sexy. In a bedsheet? I complained, running my hands down it. How can I look sexy in a bedsheet? He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. Never mind.

His attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I'm falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.

And there by the pump stood a group of women with their hands under their aprons, watching the procession and discussing in hushed voices all this floral display and pomp.

I'd planned to kill them, too." When Néomi glared up at him, he raised his chained hands. "Past tense. See? Already I'm improving.

Shaylin s?kk?n bir tav?rla ellerini havaya kald?rd?. ''Tanr?ça aÅŸk?na, seni kurtlar m? büyüttü?'' ''Say?l?r,'' dedi Afrodit. ''Ama paralar? vard?.

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?

I cannot help leaving my books behind me whenever God calls me hence; but in every other respect, my own hands will be my executors.

You can tell a lot about a man from his hands. If they don't have any scars or calluses on them, you might as well assume they cry at romantic comedy films, too.

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.

I had long since cut ties with that world, like a yakuza stepping out of the game and washing his hands of it once and for all. I had no more use for dreams. Dreaming was for the moviegoers, fingering their pulpy paper tickets. Not for me.