Hands Quotes
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The actors today really need the whip hand. They're so lazy. They haven't got the sense of pride in their profession that the less socially elevated musical comedy and music hall people or acrobats have. The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen.
W. H. Auden
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How many people have never raised their hand before?
Steve Martin
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Five things are requisite to a good officer — ability, clean hands, despatch, patience, and impartiality.
William Penn
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I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face.
William Shakespeare
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I once went out with this girl, she was no bargain either, she showed up with pigtails under her arms.
Jack Roy
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She’s wonderful. Tell her I’ve never seen such beautiful hands. I wonder what she sees in you.” Waddington, smiling, translated the question. “She says I’m good.” “As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue,” Kitty mocked.
W. Somerset Maugham
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In the pure, strong hours of the morning, when the soul of the day is at its best, lean upon the window sill of God and look into his face, and get the orders for the day. Then go out into the day with the sense of a hand upon your shoulder and not a chip.
E. Stanley Jones
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Then are they truly monks when they live by the labor of their hands.
Benedict of Nursia
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Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. 'It is time,’ he said, ‘for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.
Joanne Rowling
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I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.
W. Somerset Maugham
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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.
Muhammad Ali
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The proud spirit of the original owners of these vast prairies inherited through centuries of fierce and bloody wars for their possession, lingered last in the bosom of Sitting Bull. With his fall the nobility of the Redskin is extinguished, and what few are left are a pack of whining curs who lick the hand that smites them.
L. Frank Baum