Fingers Quotes
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If I stretch my arms and wonder where my fingers are - that is all the space I need as a painter.
Willem de Kooning
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We are born into this world with clenched fists, we leave it with fingers apart- preaching the lesson that you take nothing with you.
Ethel Percy Andrus
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You are talking to a man who can only play a plastic keyboard. Give me anything weighted and I've had it. I haven't got the strength in my fingers to push them down. So I don't get a lot of expression on the keyboard.
Midge Ure
Ultravox
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Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.
Virginia Woolf
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closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby." All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.
Sarah Dessen
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our finger prints dont fade from the lives we touch
Judy Blume
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You think the speed of your fingers can match the strength of my fists?
Mike Tyson
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Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I think a responsibility comes with notoriety, but I never think of it as power. It's more like something you hold, like grains of sand. If you keep your hand closed, you can have it and possess it, but if you open your fingers in any way, you can lose it just as quickly.
Diana Ross
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Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this world were shooting their partridges... While this man with blackened fingers, with grim brow, was searching out, in his workshop, the Fire-secret.
Thomas Carlyle
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Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
William Shakespeare
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Don't let despair mutate your flesh Look at my twisted stumps of thought See the fingers, listen to the voice I am slowly becoming the end of the line.
Henry Rollins
Black Flag