Quotes About Hand

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We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand."8

One thing," Father said. Susie the bear put her paw on my hand, as if even Susie knew what was coming. "Just one thing," Father said. We were very quiet, waiting for this. "It mustn't look like Sorrow," Father said. "And you've got the eyes, so you've got to pick out the dog. Just make sure it in no way resembles Sorrow." —

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;

Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.

Here's my love, take it. Here's my soul, use it. Here's my heart, don't break it. Here's my hand, hold it and together we will make it forever.

I stepped onto the ship and lifted my hand. He lifted his. I had not fooled myself with false hope. I was a goddess, and he a mortal, and both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.

Ele pegou minha mão. O gesto era como o de um bardo. Mas não estávamos em um tipo de canção? Esse era o refrão que tínhamos praticado com tanta frequência.

But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine. We lay there, like that, until the cave was bright with morning, and Chiron called.

Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons." She places her fingers to my lips, stopping my objection. "It is truth," she says. "Let it stand, for once." Then she leads me to the side of her tent, helps me slip beneath the canvas. The last thing I feel is her hand, squeezing mine in farewell.

The death I had put into his hand.

How hard were the bones in the hand of an adult, how tender and soft the flesh of a child, how easy to bend and strain those young, unfinished bones.

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.

Smaller than a breadbox, bigger than a TV remote, the average book fits into the human hand with a seductive nestling, a kiss of texture, whether of cover cloth, glazed jacket, or flexible paperback.

The highest test of the civilization of any race is in its willingness to extend a helping hand to the less fortunate.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.

A hand can change the style, The foot can change the direction, A brain can change the heart, The heart can change the person, A person can change the world.

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

Will you take the time to make me smile? Will you make the time to see me laugh? Will you sit down with me and sing a song? Will you hold my hand and heel my pain?

Standing on the bridge, looking across at that empty city, everything in the compass of my gaze had been set there by a human hand. Somehow those pylons had been strung with wire, and those towers raised, and roofs tiled. There had been food and drink for millions of mouths. I don't cry easy, but my vision blurred as I stared on the ruins of what we had been, and I watched the small band of men in rags move toward it to pick at it like birds on the carcass of some giant.

I say we go back to the Shearwater and spend the rest of the night talking about whatever it was that put that smile on your face." "Sounds like a plan." She took his hand. "And you know how much I love a man with a plan.

The brain is a three pound mass you can hold in your hand that can conceive of a universe a hundred-billion light-years across.

She reached out with her free hand, and when it came back, it glowed with a shaft of impossible light.