Peg Boggs: My, those are your hands? Those are your hands! What happened to you? Where are your parents? Um... Your mother? Your father? Edward: He didn't wake up. Peg Boggs: Are you alone? Do you live up here all by yourself? What happened to your f...
Tony Stark: [playing Craps] We're gonna let it ride! Give me a hand, will you? Give me a little something-something. [woman blows on his dice] Tony Stark: Okay, you too. Rhodey: I don't blow on a man's dice. Tony Stark: Come on, honey bear. [Rhodey t...
Hit Girl: [after Hit-Girl and Kick-Ass have landed on the roof of Mindy's building with the jet-pack] Thanks, Kick-Ass. My daddy... He would have been proud of *both* of us. Dave Lizewski: [removes his mask] Dave... [extends his hand] Dave Lizewski: ...
[cleaning their bloody hands] Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel? Vincent: I was dryin' my hands. Jules: You're supposed to wash 'em first! Vincent: You watched me wash 'em. Jules: I watched you get 'em wet. Vincent: I was wash...
Roger Rabbit: Say, Eddie. That sure was a funny dance you did for the weasels. Do you think your days of being a sourpuss are over? Eddie Valiant: Only time will tell. Roger Rabbit: Yeah, well... put 'er there, pal. [They shake hands; Eddie gets shoc...
Do you know the reason why poetry and philosophy are nothing but dead-letter nowadays? It is because they have severed themselves from life. In Greece, ideas went hand-in-hand with life; so that the artist's life was already a poetic realisation, the...
He asked me if I ever prayed-- and I lied. Then he asked me if I ever got an answer, or a sign that my prayer was heard-- and I told him the truth. "Yeah... me neither." His hands sounded like leather as he slowly rubbed some warmth into his knotted ...
Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.
Vocal study before age 20 is likely to be injurious, though some survive it in the hands of very careful and understanding teachers.
So by the time I taught myself the bass guitar at the age of 14, my hands were already pretty nimble.
I'm not one of those New Age types that believe 'it's all meant to be' and that our lives have been scripted by an invisible hand.
My mother handed down all these amazing scarves from the sixties and seventies, and I have a hundred of them.
Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.
In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.
My hand is the extension of the thinking process - the creative process.
Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.
...every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.
Is there anything more plausible than a second hand?
First her body goes missing, then her finger.
Knowledge is power. In the wrong hands, knowledge is trouble.
your hands humming hurricanes of beauty.
