Quotes About Dexterity

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of the aphorisms of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

It is only by prudence, wisdom, and dexterity, that great ends are attained and obstacles overcome. Without these qualities nothing succeeds.

It is only with prudence, sagacity, and much dexterity that great aims are accomplished, and all obstacles surmounted. Otherwise nothing is accomplished.

Strength would help me crush a tomato. Dexterity would help me dodge a thrown tomato. Constitution would help me recover from eating a bad tomato. Intelligence helps me know that a tomato is a fruit, and not a vegetable. Wisdom helps me know not to put a tomato into a fruit salad. And Charisma helps sell a tomato-based fruit salad to someone else, probably someone I intensely dislike.

the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers.

Being able to think about two disparate things at once, aside from being wonderfully efficient, was roughly akin to being able to sing harmony with yourself. It turned into a favorite game of mine. After two days of practicing I was able to sing a trio. Soon I was doing the mental equivalent of palming cards and juggling knives.

El tacto de las cuerdas me producía extrañeza; mis dedos y las cuerdas eran como dos amigos que se reencuentran y que no recuerdan qué tienen en común. Toqué flojo y despacio, sin lanzar las notas más allá del círculo de luz de la hoguera. Mis dedos y las cuerdas mantenían una cuidadosa conversación, como si su danza describiera el guión de un enamoramiento.

It is important to use your hands, that is what distinguishes you from a cow or a computer operator.

La profesora Bellini se movía con la agilidad de los tímidos.

Baker had a talent for connection. He could be whatever he needed to be at the moment it was necessary. The young man who slid back and forth from Texas to Princeton, from the Ivy Club in the spring to the wildcatter's rig in the summer, now applied the same skills on Capitol Hill.