I’d rather jump in a tank with a tiger shark than make love to his right hand. I don’t care if he is going around gathering political votes.
Thanks to my grandpa, I can go to France and not be visiting Germany. He single-handedly won WWII (he only has one hand).
Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.
Kishan shook his head. 'I'm not going to let you hurt her.' ' her? I'm not going to harm her. You, on the other hand, I'm going to destroy.
As cheesy as this is gonna sound, everyone join hands." Alex looked from my face to our tangled fingers and smirked. "As much as I like this, I'm thinking now's not the time to sing 'Kumbaya'.
When you're too religious, you tend to point your finger to judge instead of extending your hand to help.
I threw my hand over my mouth and blurted out the first best excuse I could come up with, “Morning breath!
Hole..." He grips Risa's hand tighter. "Hole, Risa, hole..." And she smiles "Yes, Connor," she says. "You're whole. You're finally whole.
The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.
His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.
When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.
I've hated some of them too. Most of them sometimes. And they do think differently, but that's a good thing, isn't it? A hand isn't a f-foot, but I need them both to hunt.
When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.
I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn’t.
excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
When you were building that all-important stairway to heaven, you couldn't just stand around with your hammer in your hand.
There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.
that he live in all respects so compactly and preparedly that, if an enemy take the town, he can, like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without anxiety.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.
Because if we were all created idealists, then life was bound to be one relentless disappointment. But then, there was also music. We unlearned the lies with one hand and repeated them with the other.
Souls soar high above reach, Hands extend but never touch, Words exchanged in dulcet tones, Tis a fated moment to understand one's truth, Time to let go.
