Quotes About Hands

A man dressed in a radiant white uniform stands below the ragged maw of the jetway holding his hands downwards with fluorescent orange sticks in them, like Christ dispensing mercy on a world of sinners.

The doctor had been dousing her hands with a sort of ointment they use, scented like bad gin. It is a ritual with them.

Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.

Director of any film is very important, and an actor has to leave himself in his hands to mould.

Fish don't have hands; to investigate, they open their mouth, and sometimes it's someone's foot.

In the modern desktop environment, with multitasking and alerts and constant activity, there are always more distractions. When you're at a computer, your hands are always on the controls.

Any coach in football doesn't like national team games because it's out of your hands; you can't really control what's going to happen.

Einmal, Mutter, in einer anderen Zeit, habe ich mit meinen beiden Händen zum Abschied deinen Kopf umspannt, seine Form ist als Abdruck in meinen Handflächen geblieben, auch Hände haben ein Gedächtnis.

His hands framed her face again, his amber eyes alive with love, with tenderness. I want to make a vow to you. I'll love you with everything in me. I'll bring you as much happiness as I can give you. But I cannot allow your death, not at my hands. You're more important than I am.

Minty Fresh made a motion with his hands of leveling, as if he were smoothing an imaginary tablecloth of calm over a counter constructed of contemporary freak-out.

Life is in Fate's hands now. You made your choice to stay... it's too late to change that, so stop agonizing over it.... You're making my scales itch. Saphira, from Eragon

Oromis twisted Eragon's hands around again and gestured at his calluses. You now have the hands of a warrior, Eragon. Take care they do not become the hands of a man who revels in the carnage of war.

Dokte Paul works with both hands" — that is, both with science and with the magic necessary to remove ensorcellments.

Ranel had said that the murderer wore a ring with a red gemstone. Looking at Akkarin's hands, she was almost disappointed to see they were bare. Not even a mark to hint that a ring might have been worn regularly. His fingers were long and elegant, yet masculine...

But as I witnessed what Dakova was capable of, I cared less about what the Guild did and didn't allow. He did not need black magic to perform evil. I saw him do things with his bare hands that I will never forget.

I had tried for more than two years to have an expedition sent against Mobile when its possession by us would have been of great advantage. It finally cost lives to take it when its possession was of no importance, and when, if left alone, it would within a few days have fallen into our hands without any bloodshed whatever.

When I realized I was going to have to become a killer, the memory of the torture museum rose before me like a muse. I've always been good with my hands.

Geneverie fought down panic. She had to make him land this plane. I give great blowjobs! Nick laughed. Wish I had the time to check that out. He continued to aim the gun right between her eyes as he reached behind him to unlatch the cabin door. (...) Nich smiled. But maybe you'de like to treat him to one of those blowjobs. You two will have a little time on your hands. Well, so long! He jumped.

The barber in his shop, warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting from time to time a look towards this enemy, this frozen and brazen gamin, who had both hands in his pockets, but his wits evidently out of their sheath.

The quarterback? Wow. My mom wouldn't let me stand in the same checkout line as a high school senior. She's so lame. She's not lame. She thinks eighteen year old boys are dangerous. She calls them penises with hands and feet. Tell me that isn't lame.

The door banged open, bringing with it a rush of cold night air. Dried leaves scudded inside, dancing across the floor, plastering themselves like tiny black hands to the stones of the fireplace. The flames within shivered and thinned. The door slammed shut.

Once upon a time,an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.

Yeah, buddy, that's a hand. You've got two of those bad boys. Good for you.

He held a goddess in his mind as one might cup a butterfly in one's hands. Keeping it safe just long enough to set it free.