Quotes About Hands

Baudelaire had supper at the table next to ours. He was without a cravat, his shirt open at the neck and his head shaved, just as if he were to be guillotined. A single affectation: his little hands washed and cared for, the nails kept scrupulously clean. The face of a maniac, a voice that cuts like a knife, and a precise elocution that tries to copy Saint-Just and succeeds.

You dare not lift your hands to place God's name in blessing on his people until you have first clasped them in penitent petition for his grace.

Implicit in the stare of those eyes, the power of those knobbly hands, was labor's historic threat of violence against capital.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

Two faces to wash, and four dirty hands Two insistent voices, making demands Twice as much crying, when things go wrong The four eyes closing, with slumber song Twice as many garments, blowing on the line Two cherubs in the wagon, soaking up sunshine Work I do for twins, naturally comes double But four arms to hug me, repay all my trouble.

It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Midwives have skilled hands and know how to sit on them.

The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.

[Pilate] took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it.

Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.

Sir Bernard was standing at his big eastern window with his hands behind his back, looking out over the fog. It was his great-man-of-affairs pose,

To fight evil with activity is like fighting darkness with one's hands. So what you need is light, not fit.

When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.

The others in my cell are mostly kind. Some tell jokes. Here's one: Have you heard about the Wehrmacht exercise program? Yes, each morning you raise your hands above your head and leave them there!

But he is learning. It is as if he is learning all over again how to put the world into words. A tree is an open hand shaken twice by your right ear; whale is three fingers dipped through a sea made by the opposite forearm. The sky is two hands touched above the head, then swept apart, as though a rift has formed in the clouds and you are swimming through them, into heaven.

It seemed to be a remarkably up-beat interpretation of such an act of vandalism. Her husband's hands were visibly shaking as he held the paper.

The good thing about rural Georgia is that you can always make some change working with your hands. So I started pulling corn and pickin' peas and butterbeans. Seriously, that was my job. I used to wake up at six in the morning and get to pullin' before school. That's hard work.

For me, I like messing around with different shapes and things but I think what I've come to realize is I need a putter that just sits nicely in my hands.

I don't understand why they keep forks and spoons on the table while serving biryani. You are supposed to eat it with your hand, and I prefer it that way.

She had never seen anything so beautiful. Morning light spilled slowly over the mountains, across the valley to the cabin and the woods behind, and up the hillside. She felt Hosea's strong hands on her shoulders. "Mara, that's the life I want to give you.

I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say Look! I have no hands! But the people all around me say: What are hands?

Tell me of thine eyes And I will tell thee of thy heart. Tell me of thy feet And I will tell thee of thy hands. Tell me of thy sleeping And I will tell thee of thy waking. Tell me of thy desires And I will tell thee of thy need.

I'm like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness—until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. The thought hung in her mind, an enclosing awareness. And I say: "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?