Quotes About Hands

All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

He has hands like two white spiders.

His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor.

O miracle—thus to be able to give [peace] we ourselves do not possess, sweet miracle of our empty hands!

What a marvellous invention man is! He can blow on his hands to warm them up, and blow on his soup to cool it down.

Permission to acknowledge our anger before God, however, is not license to act on our anger against others. Rather, as these psalms suggest, we should leave action against our enemies in the hands of God.

When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying "I am innocent of the blood of this just person: See to it." Then answered all the people, and said "His blood be on us, and on our children."

Time is the greatest and longest-established spinner of all. ... His factory is a secret place, his work noiseless, and his hands are mutes.

So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, 'With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.'

The union of lakes - the union of lands - The union of States none can sever - The union of hearts - the union of hands - And the flag of our union for ever!

Bien, entonces déjeme tomarle la tensión en el otro brazo. Y voy a tener que pedirle que se quite la camisa. El doctor querrá ver hasta dónde ha subido la infección. La boca de Rehvenge esbozó una sonrisa mientras se llevaba las manos al botón superior de su camisa. —Si sigues así voy a terminar desnudo.

Her brows lifted as his hands got busy on her butt. I'm on duty, Roarke. Your hands are currently rubbing the ass of a working cop. That only makes it more exciting. He shifted to nibble her neck. Want to break a few laws?

Idle hands are the devil's workshop." "Why? They're idle when you're sleeping—does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn't make stuff? What if you broke your hand? Is he doing his workshop thing while you're waiting to have it fixed?

examined her nails, picked idly at

She covered her hands with her face

You know you were with the lessers, true? Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

Everyone needs something from their mother. It's the way it works. When he smiled, she said, What? No one ever disagrees with me. But you. Jane looked down at her own hands, her brows getting tight. Not one of my virtues, huh. Actually, it's a part of you I love most. When she glanced at him in surprise, he leaned in quick and kissed her on the mouth--even though he shouldn't have.

The female put her hands on her hips. "Just my luck. I get mugged by Emily Post." "Emily who?" He narrowed his eyes. "And I did not mug you." "Then why do you have all my shit." As she drew out the enunciation on that last word, something unfamiliar woke up in the back of his brain.

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.