Quotes About Wrist

The lamplight gleamed on the Magus' white grin. "People like to watch the pretty puppets, Superior. Even a glimpse of the puppeteer can be most upsetting for them. Why, they might even suddenly notice the strings around their own wrists

Santal perfume on her wrists. It had a subtle woodsy fragrance. She was happy she had gotten off the patchouli kick years ago. How she

And what was that on the man's wrist? Collin clenched a hand around his own wrist, feeling for what was missing.

Tyler caught her wrist. You can't walk home now. It's raining. Believe me, it won't bother me a bit. Now, Carlie, don't be obstinate. Tyler, I'm dangerously close to laying you low. She had to get away from him. Now. Violence? My, my, your cold is making you surly. She tugged, but he didn't release her. Tyler, what did you intend to do today, before you came here and decided to harass me? I was going to harass Brenda, but you'll do better.

Blinding light filled the darkness. Someone clasped his wrist, lifting him, and in the midst of hell's cacophony, whispered, I am.

she has a tattooed hawk, diving down to chase blue swallows to her wrist. She is saving money to have the blue swallows fly up her right arm to feed their nestlings at the top of that shoulder. That way when she clasps her hands she will wear a story of escape.

doing there?' She wrenched her wrist free and rubbed it. 'Word is, she's got some diamonds stashed and we're, well, we're waiting for her to get them.' 'And then what?' She smiled. 'Well, we want a cut

So excited for the Apple Watch. For centuries, we've checked the time by looking at our phones. Having it on your wrist? Genius.

They writhed at her wrists, quicksilver loops of nanotech.

Lucifer caught him by the wrist, pulled him close, cradled him in the warm snowfall of wings.

a gentle tickling on Floyd's wrist announced an incoming call.

I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by my wrist and pushed me back into my chair. 'It is both, or none,' said he. 'You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.

She watched the smoke from the cigarette ooze slowly up to the ceiling, form into a nebulous cloud above her head like some miniature L.A. and then glanced at me. "Open the window, the room smells." As I struggled with the lock, I noticed the cracks in the pane looked like so many veins in her wrist, pulsing, throbbing, making rivers of passion and death.

I always wear my black watch on my left wrist so I know I'm on stage on time.

Many jocular comments followed, as did another onslaught of Heil Hitlering. You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time, or stand marginally too close to another person.

A single bird flew by at eye level, then shot straight up to the treetops. A grasshopper landed suddenly on my wrist. Creepy magic.

my sister and I want to laugh out loud. She stands in her kitchen pouring a really good chardonnay. Her wrists, like her ankles, are perfect. Her fingers slender and adorned with the Tiff—the rock on a platinum

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another — why don't you get going? For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

It's more than bones. It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse. It's more than the beating of the single heart. It's praising. It's giving until the giving feels like receiving. You have a life - just imagine that! You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another.

Zugibe's theory holds that the nail went in through jesus' palm at an angle and came out the back side at the wrist.

it was astonishing to discover that the lines of her shoulder were fragile and beautiful, and that the diamond band on the wrist of her naked arm gave her the most feminine of all aspects: the look of being chained.

and the diamond band on the wrist of her naked arm gave her the most feminine of all aspects: the look of being chained.

Reality was a drunk buying a lottery ticket, cashing out to the tune of seventy million dollars, and splitting it with his favorite barmaid. A little girl emerging alive from a well in Texas where she'd been trapped for six days. A college boy falling from a fifth-floor in Cancun and only breaking his wrist. Reality was Ralph.