Quotes of: Hand Keyword

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

A Storm of Swords

I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my cock to fuck that basic vanilla sex right outta you.

Saddled and Spurred

The constrained lives of his characters made me wonder how my own existence might appear in his hands.

Sweet Tooth

These hands are steady enough, but they are large. Had he been a proper pianist - he's dabbled inexpertly - his ten-note span might be of use.

Saturday

Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.

Stricken Trust

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

The Sea of Tranquility

I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks. He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.

Starstruck

In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.

The Shadow of the Wind

For my sustenance at night, the whole that my hands can glean from the gloom of the oak-gloomed oaks-- the herbs and the plenteous fruits...

At Swim-Two-Birds

His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.

The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1

A man touched me:  his hand... my thigh. I touched him too:  my fist... his jaw.

The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1

The vicar's handshake was warm and reassuring, but shaking hands with Mavis was like clutching a bunch of dead twigs.

Two Old Fools in Spain Again

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

Tell Me When I'm Dead

Give me your wrists, Alayna. I sense your impatience, and I know exactly where you intend for those hands to go.

One Plea

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.

The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against Fate. Death lays his icy hand on kings...

Poems

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

Prodigy

Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another, can hardly have much truth left.

Persuasion

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

The Passport