Hands Quotes
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I always say a tremendous amount of healing is in your own hands.
Hayley Mills
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Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Dan Henderson, even when you're close and he hits you from very, very close, you can feel how heavy his hands are. His hands are pretty powerful.
Daniel Cormier
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When you got your hand in the lion's mouth, don't do nothin' til you get it out.
Big Bill Broonzy
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Training is vital. You need to know the technical aspects of acting, just in case someone hands you a monologue and simply says, 'Cry here and laugh here.' You have to be able to make sense of it all.
Kali Hawk
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He who keeps his own counsel keeps his affairs in his own hands.
Umar
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This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.
Patrick Ness
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If in a country, most of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of the few, then this country can hardly witness harmony and stability.
Wen Jiabao
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And so we stood there in the kitchen, my mother and I, facing off over everything that had built up since June, when I was willing to hand myself over free and clear. Now I needed her to return it all to me, with the faith that I could make my own way.
Sarah Dessen
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When hands are joined, no one can point fingers.
Jason Mraz
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Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
T. E. Lawrence
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Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning. That art is something which, though produced by human hands, is not wrought by hands alone, but wells up from a deeper source, from a man's soul.
Vincent Van Gogh
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She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.
Nalini Singh
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But if it’s true that the only true life I had was the life of my brain, what sense does it make to hand that brain to somebody for eight hours a day for their particular use on the presumption that, at the end of the day, they will give it back in an unmutilated condition? Fat chance!
Utah Phillips
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Work my hands in the soil, what's the pay for all the toil? Dust for blood, dust for blood, dust for blood.
Don McLean
