Quotes About Hands

Money is power, money is force, money will do good as harm. In the hands of good men and women it could accomplish, and it has accomplished, good.

In moments the whole assembly was rocking with jeering laughter as I stood ridiculously before them. My hands clenched uncontrollably; I had been prepared for any humiliation but the martyrdom of laughter.

Stay the night, said the officer, patting a confiscated couch. I'll keep my hands off you. I promise. You have more than hands, said Elie. My feet are safe, too, said the officer. He pointed to a hole in his boots, and they laughed.

There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.

I've taken up sculpting. I thought it might help the nerves in my hands.

I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom for me.'

Background checks will never stop every criminal from getting their hands on a gun and every single act of gun violence - but the evidence is clear that it's the single most effective policy to help keep guns out of dangerous hands and save lives.

There is tons of work to be done, and lots of people who would like to do the work. It's just that the economic system is such a grotesque catastrophe that it can't even put together idle hands and needed work, which would be satisfying to the people and which would be beneficial to all of us. That's just the mark of a failed system. The most dramatic mark of it.

It's only thunder. It just startled me, she said, her eyes on his. I'm not afraid of storms.' Let's see. Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this new moment as to gauge her reaction. He laid his hands on her hips as the rain beat and splashed, sliding them up her body, smooth and easy as he lowered his head, paused-one long breath-then fit his mouth to hers.

He had plans all right, he thought as Sarah trotted off. To eat crow.He wasn't sure what it tasted like, but he already knew he wasn't going to enjoy it. He walked around to the office, knocked. He supposed if he'd been wearing a hat,he'd have held it in his hands.

Exactly." Logan folded his hands again. "I wish I could be more helpful. I would like to discuss this with you again, Dr. Court." "In the meantime, we have a pattern." Ben crushed out his cigarette as he rose. "We

The perfume, all those dead whales in the cuts in her hands, it stings.

It's all part of the dance, she thought; the dust, her hands, the light that was spiraling around her: it's all part of the same wonderful dance. And I'm in it.

He gave a moment's consideration to the possibility of lingering to wash his face and hands (maybe even to changing his puke-splattered shirt), but he decided to forgo cleanliness in favor of making a fast exit.

I hate hospitals. The nurses all have icy hands and the color on the goddamned TV is always changing.

The girl's vulgarities reminded Cora of the plantation and the stream of oaths delivered by the hands when master's eye was not on them. The small rebellion of servants everywhere.

Truth was a changing display in a shop window, manipulated by hands when you weren't looking, alluring and ever out of reach. The

Picking had ruined his hands for delicate woodwork.

The future? The future was the clay in their hands.

She held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos.

I have hurt too much too many bodies with my twisted poor hands to be proud of them

Harvard just took that option out of our hands. He is truly on his own now.

The beauty of the human soul Is not the pretty face. It's found within the heart and hands Of those who look — and stay.

Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this.