Dressed to strip?’ 'You know—expensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.
It is desirable that a man live in all respects so simply and preparedly that if an enemy take the town... he can walk out the gate empty-handed and without anxiety.
When she was a child, my love carried a road map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.
I know my breasts, small as plums, would win no blue ribbons. But in your hands they tremble and fill with song like plump, white birds.
But can’t you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then?" [...] "That works, but only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.
If Shane had avoided her for years because of a kiss, he might leave the country over a blow and hand job.
The notion of there being something greater than humanity can strike fear in the bravest of soldiers and cradle courage in the palm of a child’s hand.
I discovered the bleeding when he licked my hand and left a swath of blood behind, death's autograph.
He stands there, facing the largest windows, touching the glass with the open palm of his hands, feeling everything, but seeing nothing.
I make naked, and I make it by hand. I also make it using the rest of my body. Coming soon to a Walmart near you.
I make ridiculous like I make damn sure nobody sees me when I do. I make it by hand and then I sell it on Etsy. Buy local.
My neck size is about the size of both of my girlfriend’s clenched hands. They say strangulation is a crime of passion, and I say it’s the sign of romance in a relationship.
I could scarf down a scarf faster than I could eat any other throat warmer, with the possible exception of your clenched hands around my neck.
I’ll carry Carrie like my hands are empty and my heart is full. I should probably get a shopping cart, to make it easier to haul it all around.
When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.
I fold my hands under my head and tell the books all about you. They listen, Beck. I know it sounds crazy, but they do.
...as if someone had thrown a hand grenade into the middle of a teddy bear orgy and the only survivors had had their fur blown off.
She'd tried her hand at most things, but drew the line at honesty.
Hands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy.
The place to improve the world is first in one's own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.
I may not be the world's best glad-handing politician, but I've been elected mayor twice. I understand politics. And I definitely understand where the state line is.
