Quotes About Hands

If we want to prevent the concentration of all wealth and power in the hands of a small elite, the key is to regulate the ownership of data.

If data becomes concentrated in too few hands, humankind will split into different species.

It was good to be a stranger in a land when you felt aggressive and acquisitive, but when you began to weave your horizons into some kind of shelter it was good to know that hands you loved had helped in their spinning - made you feel as if the threads would hold together better.

An old man stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He had probably been waiting for them in this exact pose. He was, quite obviously, a dick.

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.

I had had a lot of experience in bringing the Internet to Australia, and I saw that knowledge in the hands of people achieves reform.

We are as much as we see. Faith is sight and knowledge. The hands only serve the eyes.

After my screen test the director clapped his hands gleefully and yelled "She can't talk! She can't act! She's sensational!"

This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

The thoughts could easily paralyze her, and she needed to be sharp. She needed a plan. For now, it was easier to do something useful with her hands. Cleaning had kept her busy all those lonely years in the castle. It could keep her busy again for another few hours.

I'm like America " he said. Stephanie swung around to look at him unnerved. "What are you talking about " she said. "Are you off your meds " "Our hands are dirty " Jules said.

Across from us, Lia eyed our hands and then brought her own to her forehead in a melodramatic motion. "I'm a dark and angsty profiler," she intoned. "No," she countered in a falsetto, bringing her other hand up, "I'm a dark and angsty profiler. Ours is a star-crossed love.

Sawyer? I just wiggled my feet! And my hands! And my temple!" "Your temple? As in your head?" "No. As in my lady temple ." "Your lady . . ." "Temple. Like how it says in the Bible that your body is a temple?" "Oh, God. Can be just go back to the part where you were talking about your hands and feet?

Theodore Finch leans against an SUV, hands in pockets, like he has all the time in the world and he expects me. I think of the Virginia Woolf lines, the ones from The Waves: "Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

large, color-stained fingers (23)

his eyes burning with the unspeakable torture of his impotence. His hands had refused once more to produce anything clear or lifelike (45)

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.

she uncurls danny's small fists and clasps his hand to hers and notices the way even in his sleep his fingers seem to know their way around hers; their hands together form their own organ, or an x, like on a map that insists you are here.

We go in a skyscraper that's Paul's office, he says he's crazy busy but he makes a Xerox of my hands and buys me a candy bar out of the vending machine. Going down in the elevator pressing the buttons, I play I'm actually inside a vending machine. We go in a bit of the government to get Grandma a new Social Security card because she lost the old one, we have to wait for years and years. Afterwards she takes me in a coffee shop where there's no green beans, I choose a cookie bigger than my face.

Luckily Sumac has extra Rakhi in her pocket and hands them out to anyone who wants one, because really, who cares so long as the threads get tied.

Her quiet hands, filling up boxes, inviting all the silence to finally leave the room.