For me the march was a labor - a labor of love - but I was busy handing out flyers for the National Association of Black Social Workers, so I really wasn't standing in the crowd listening and observing. I was busy.
If we really love and cherish Taiwan, we should hold our hands in unity to protect our country and our democratic values with the most humble and tolerant hearts.
If you want to draw comics, you really have to love to draw, as you will be spending many hours sitting down with a pencil or pen in your hand.
I love to sing some Beyonce - ya know, like 'All the Single Ladies.' I'll sing that - maybe not with the body shakin' - but I'll have a little bit of the hand movement going on.
I would love to see as many of the black players as possible in today's Major League Baseball make every effort to go to the Negro Leagues Museum and get a first-hand view of how it all started.
But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.
In Scotland, I have a huge barn full of woodworking tools. I love working with my hands. I basically just make myself bleed a lot. I'm very accident-prone.
When we love and make loving commitments, we create families and communities within which people can grow and take risks, knowing that hands will be there to catch them should they fall.
A person with a good heart will always earn my utmost respect over an arrogant individual with all the worldly treasures in their hands.
A lot of people don't get to succeed in life because they fail to put in their very best before leaving the rest in God's hands.
The moment at hand calls for you to start loving yourself unconditionally; instead of desperately waiting around for someone to love you.
He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands,
I suddenly felt the plane go down. I thought we were going to die. I was really scared. I was sitting with my head in my hands.
Memory lived not in initial possession but in the freed hands, pardoned and freed, and in the heart that can empty but fill again, in the patterns restored by dreams.
Grrrrowpt.” said dead Penelope. Dead Huthbert nodded, and hugged her. She moved his dusty hand from her dusty ass." — BATS 2015
Exercising the right of occasional suppression and slight modification, it is truly absurd to see how plastic a limited number of observations become, in the hands of men with preconceived ideas.
Now... all opposed to being rescued, raise your hands, otherwise, I'd like to get the fuck out of here ~Veiron, Her Demonic Angel ~
So far I go with the Socialists as to think it a pretty general rule that, where monopoly is necessary, it is better in public hands.
The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.
I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.
I hate stuff in my pockets, can't stand it. I'll carry stuff in my hands rather than put it in my pockets.
