Quotes About Hands

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She had thought that "depression" would be like sitting in a rocking chair and not being able to make it move. She had thought it would descend over her like a fog, turning things fuzzy, coloring them gray. But depression was active, it paced back and forth wringing its hands.

Wow, that was salty. I kind of like it," I say, smiling up at the disembodied voice, my hands punching into my pockets, to show off the muscles of my arms. Am I flirting with my operating system? I think I'm flirting with my operating system. That voice.

The candle on the nightstand ascended into the air and was joined and circled by others that materialized out of the darkness. A vast, lumpy darkness, clawing with enormous hands like annealed black clots of wax, a ring of candles blazing on the gnarled stump that might have been its hands.

The Elf-knight stayed close to the unflished stone wall, as far from the massive iron cover of the oubliette as practical. He was dry-washing his hands as if they ached, until he noticed Will looking. Then he folded his arms one over the other and waited in a stance as falsely relaxed as parade rest.

He held the book close to his face, open, cupped in the palm of his hands, inhaling the oak-leaf scent of the pages.

The devil smiled: a slight man, unassuming, his hands knotted in the pockets of his beautiful coat.

The cold of Faerie magic pierced he warmth of the night; the Seeker's will cast a shadow as she pausd under a streetlight, again chafing her hands.

Sparks of sensation follow Michelangelo's hands as they cupped Vincent's skull and stroked his nape.

Rien drew back among the other upstairs maids, twisting the polishing cloth between her hands, but started when Head's hand fell upon her.

He raised his hands and froze there, still as an oil painting, poised like a man shielding his face from divine light.

He was shining dark, and exceeding fair: beautiful and awful, his long hands pale as bones against the red velvet of his coat.

The same radiance that netted and shrouded Will twisted around Baines as well, knotted in his hands, drawn up to his chest.

Jane cupped her coffee in both hands and blew across the steam so it curled from her lips like a musing dragon's breath.

He had, I thought, Morgan's hands: strong-fingered, capable.

Kit turned to fix Ben with a glare, but the wry bemusement on the young poet's face turned a searing glance into a sideways shrug. One that made Ben cough again, and then burst out laughing, both hands over his face.

His voice, softly cultured as ever, showed little of the emotional strain until he dropped his hands to his side and swore.

If you cannot bear it, there's always the knife. Suicide, and back into Satan's hands. He wished he didn't know the shiver that crept up his neck was desire and not terror. Back into his hands whenever he wants you. And you cannot pretend you did it for Will.

Their hands, swinging, touched lightly now and then; their nearness was as natural as the June day.

She was a scrap of a widow, ever so plucky, just back from China, with damp little hands, a husky voice, and defective tear-ducts that gave her eyes always rather a swimmy look. She had a prostrated way of looking up at you, and that fluffy, bird's-nesty hair that hairpins get lost in.

One thing however, Nat did for him. He taught him carpentry. He learned to distinguish between the different kinds of wood, to love them and understand their ways. Realizing that the boy had great skill with his hands Nat gave him a few tools for his own and taught him wood carving.... First the books and then the wood. Each was a milestone for him on the way through.

To the gods belong power, and to us the work of our hands.

Victorians such as my grandmother always assumed, along with dreary old Isaac Watts who left us in 1748 and not one moment too soon, that Satan finds some mischief for idle hands to do.

God's supremacy over the works of His hands is vividly depicted in Scripture. Inanimate matter, irrational creatures, all perform their Maker's bidding. At