Quotes About Finger

History is a story written by the finger of God.

Whenever I drive under a yellow light, I always kiss my finger and tap it on the roof of the car.

a moon swims out of a cloud a clock strikes midnight a finger pulls a trigger a bird flies into a mirror)

A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks his own finger, rubs the blood onto the scab, smears it all over the patient

Five syllables, Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. That would be real bad.

Apollo?" I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." A god named Fred?

The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.

You're the proverbial diamond in the rough, she'd said to him once, touching his nose lightly with the tip of her electrifying finger.

Prayer sometimes dulls the hunger of the pauper, like a mother's finger thrust into the mouth of her starving baby.

hyperreactive skin and could herself have produced the mysterious letters by tracing them on her flesh with a finger a short time prior to their appearance, by a process known as dermatographia, a theory buttressed by the fact that as soon as Regan's hands had been immobilized by restraining straps, the mysterious phenomena ceased. Karras lifted his head and

They are not a pipe for fortune's fingerTo sound what stop she please. Give me that manThat is not passion's slave, and I will wear himIn my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,As I do thee. Something too much of this.

But, alas! to make meA fixed figure for the time of scornTo point his slow and moving finger at.

The dentist followed the children's gaze and fixed her eyes on Alfie. "Oh yes, I thought it might be you…" Miss Root's long, thin, gnarled finger pointed straight at him. "You, boy. Come to Mummy…" When Alfie's shaking legs finally propelled him to the front of the hall, he looked into the dentist's eyes for the first time. Miss Root's eyes were black. Blacker than oil. Blacker than coal. Blacker than the blackest black.

Then one day, this kid named Darren Walsh touched the Cheese with his finger, and that's what started this thing called the Cheese Touch. It's basically like the Cooties. If you get the Cheese Touch, you're stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else. The only way to protect yourself from the Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers.

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

He held my finger over the toilet at chest-level, let it dangle for several seconds, then dropped it. It landed with a small splash. "Adios, dear finger," said Mr. Burke. He flushed the toilet and watched happily. "Going . . . going . . ." I wondered if this was payback for his being dunked in the toilet once too often by bullies in school. "Going . . ." He frowned. "Aw, shit, it's still there. Fuckin' low-flow toilets.

It's a long story. Want a refill? No, let's start the steak. Where's the button? Right here. Well, push it. Me? You offered to cook. Ben Caxton, I will lie here and starve before I will get up to push a button six inches from your finger As you wish. He pressed the button. But don't forget who cooked dinner.

She was a freaking princess. And he was a poor Vamp from the Bronx. If he laid a finger on her, she'd probably bite it off. Hell, she'd chew all ten of his digits down to mere stubs, and then her father would sic a pack of werewolves on him to rip apart the rest of this body.

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors. Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.

I pushed him back with a finger. "Your accent stinks. Go away until you get it right.

Do you have a finger stick?" she snapped. "No." "Then let me cut your finger." "You're already bleeding," I said. "Use your blood.

Look, Americans will go for leadership that makes sense. Our job, you know, as public officials, is not to put our finger in the air. Our job is to listen, and then lead.

Celine snorted. "Never have I ever had a thing for blondes," she said. And then, her eyes on Sloane, she shot our statistician a dazzling smile and lowered her own finger —meaning that she did have a thing for blondes.

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I'm trying to do something decent now, Captain.