Quotes About Hand

Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.

All we need is the truth in our hand. Someone to call a friend. Never fear the darkness. All we need is just the sun in the sky. And the hope of a summer to come with the meaning of love.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be. Full

the center as well. He laid his cards out. A fortress of lords. The governors threw down their cards, unable to beat him. Everyone waited, breathless, for Lia to lay her cards out. She frowned and shook her head. Then looked at me. Blinked. A slow blink as long as a thousand miles. Then back at Malich. A long sigh, contrite. She laid out her cards. Six black wings. A perfect hand. "I think this beats yours, doesn't it, Malich?" Malich

All the Jane Austen in the library cannot wash the Queens from this little hand.

They say women forget the pain of childbirth. Well, they are in nature's hand. No hand took mine. I was a body of pain in an earth and sky of darkness. It will take death to make me forget.

The California night was so clear it looked fake, as if you could put your hand out and chip the black paint off the sky.

She would see, for instance, her mother touch my hand and say, 'If there is such a thing as good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.' Or, on questioning why she looked so sad, she would remark, 'My life has been full of terrible misfortunes, most of which never happened.' 'That's Montaigne, isn't it?

Herein Moses was a type of Christ, who stands between God and man, to show us the word of the Lord, a blessed days-man, that has laid his hand upon us both, so that we may both hear from God and speak to him without trembling.

El corazón le pesaba dentro del pecho y ni siquiera notaba cómo la cera goteaba en su mano.

This thing that men call justice, this blind snake that strikes men down in the dark, mindless with fury, keep your hand back from it, pass by in silence.

All that the forebrain does is to select the goal, trigger it into action by desire, and feed information to the automatic mechanism so that your hand continually corrects its course.

Her curiosity would be the end of them both. "Chess. They are playing chess," he said, his voice oddly husky. "Chess? I think you meant chest. Yes, he has his hand on her chest," she murmured.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

Hate is a door with hundred locks and love is a hand with thousand keys!

She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No." The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.

The woman held out a hand to Chloe. "Name's Kitty." "This is a very vivid hallucination," Chloe told her. "And that's Jack… short for jackass," Kitty continued as if Chloe hadn't spoken.

Never more in my life." He held out a hand again. "Rest now, Ani. Even potential murderesses need their sleep.

This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not approve, it would not be there ~ Moondance k'Treva (Magic's Pawn)

George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop the raw feeling in Sir Stephen's suddenly dark and haunted eyes.

Actually, the Bible doesn't say anything about masturbation," I said, adding, "unless you count, 'Whatever you find to do with your hand, verily I say, do it with all your might.'" He looked perplexed. I smiled. "It's a joke. The Bible doesn't say anything about it.

When a situation feels like a matter of life and death the deep self is close at hand and it already carries inner medicine and its own life remedy.

Art with a big A makes professionals uneasy. All art is one, and there is no difference in the mystery of the craft, only in the hand and eye of the craftsman.