Quotes About Finger

small dish of honey had been provided with his toast, and he was dipping a dubious finger into it, wondering whether he ought to try dabbing it into his eye, when at last the flap opened again and his brother was with him. "Did

I try to point my finger,/ but the wind keeps// spinning me around

If I'm playing a violin thing, for instance, I tend to respond to that sound with the way I finger.

Love called, and I could not linger, But sought the forbidden tryst, As music follows the finger Of the dreaming lutanist.

Dedilhou o pulso estático numa busca tão intensa que acabou por transferir para o pulso da morta o latejar do próprio dedo inflamado.

If we want His direction for our decisions, the great cravings of our souls must not only be the big moments of assignment. They must also be the seemingly small instructions in the most ordinary of moments when God points His Spirit finger saying, Go there.

Words are the map not the territory, they are the finger pointing towards the moon not the moon itself.

Felt the dark finger of hypocrisy stroking his soul.

Your pinky may be the smallest finger but it's capable of holding the biggest secrets.

I felt like the most despicable woman in the world for allowing my mother to be a vagabond and not lifting a finger to rescue her. Other nights I cried from rage, from pure hatred, and I couldn't rid myself of it. Hatred is like blood, it's impossible to conceal and it stains everything.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved: It is God's finger on man's shoulder.

Am I never to meet the backbone of Venda, or will I only be pointed at with your long, bony finger?" He looked down briefly at his gloved hands, and a sliver of satisfaction warmed me.

People thought there was this huge chasm between life and death, but really there was nothing. Not when you had a gun. You could end someone in the blink of an eye. With the twitch of a finger. Before you even knew what happened. And the world didn't stop like everyone probably thought it did. It just kept right on spinning. It didn't give a shit about your karma or your act of violence.

If I cut my finger, that's tragedy. Comedy is if you walk into an open sewer and die.

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

She closed the first-aid tin and returned it to the shelf. 'You're all fixed.' Hubert gingerly traced a finger over the cut above his eye. 'Thank you, thank you very much.' The young woman smiled. 'You're welcome Mr . . . in all that kerfuffle I don't think you actually told me your name.' 'Hubert, Hubert Bird. And yours?' A faint smile played on her lips as they shook hands. 'Joyce,' she replied, 'Joyce Pierce.

Shelter me from the powder and the finger Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger Think of me as one you'd never figured Would fade away so young With so much left undone Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her.

paddock. "Will do," Anna said, feeling mildly miffed. In her mind she heard her tiny, mean, long-dead grandmother cackling: "Think you're so important? Put your finger in a bucket of water, pull it out and see how big a hole it leaves.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about the finger, but it kept coming up in my thoughts. I've never had a finger thrown at me before. A new-and-improved addition to my creepy-hall-of-fame nightmares.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.