Hands Quotes
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I have lived in one house in Baltimore for nearly forty-five years. It has changed in that time, as I have - but somehow it still remains the same. No conceivable decorator's masterpiece could give me the same ease. It is as much a part of me as my two hands. If I had to leave it I'd be as certainly crippled as if I lost a leg.
H. L. Mencken
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You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.
Sarah Dessen
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Too many Christians live their Christian lives inside their heads; it never gets out through hands and feet and lips.
Vance Havner
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The fight against capitalism has many aspects, particularly the distinctive economic models that concentrate the capital in few hands.
Evo Morales
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The thing I noticed is that a lot of times great material can get ruined if its not in the right hands.
Charlize Theron
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Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched, their teeth are clenched, their eyes fast shut. First they will not, in the end they cannot, open their hands for gifts, or their mouth for food, or their eyes to see.
C. S. Lewis
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Whenever thy hand can reach it, tear out the foe's brain, for such an opportunity washes anger from the mind.
Saadi
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O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
William Shakespeare
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When I had no work and all this time on my hands, I couldn't get a date. Now that I have women banging on my door, I have no time to answer it.
Scott Wolf
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I thought of my father, alone and elsewhere, his head cradled in his hands. I thought of the day he'd punched a hole straight through the kitchen wall, thinking she'd be tucked away inside. All those places he'd looked and never found. Inside their mattress. In stained-glass windows. How he'd scoured the carpet for her stray hair and strung them all together with a ribbon; how he'd slept with that one lock swathed across his nostrils, hugging a pillow fitted with a nightshirt. How he'd dug up the backyard, stripped and sweating. How he'd played her favorite album on repeat and loud, a lure. How when we took up the carpet in my bedroom to find her, under the carpet was wood. Under the wood there was cracked concrete. Under the concrete there was dirt. Under the dirt there was a cavity of water. I swam down into the water with my nose clenched and lungs burning in my chest but I could not find the bottom and I couldn't see a thing.
Blake Butler
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You cannot of yourself move your arm or alter your position, situation, posture, do to other men good or evil, or effect the least change in the world.
Nicolas Malebranche
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I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome. "Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.
Sarah Dessen
