Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.
The invisible hand of the market always moves faster and better than the heavy hand of government.
I love writing. I think writing and directing go hand in hand.
I knew style and content went hand in hand.
The director in TV and the writer and the creator are working very much hand in hand.
Power should not be concentrated in the hands of so few, and powerlessness in the hands of so many.
Marrying an old bachelor is like buying second-hand furniture.
Discretion is a way of hiding what you cannot help.
To set fire to the wood, you need the help of the wind.
It's sometimes easier to help others rather than helping yourself. The trick is to listen to your "self" as a friend. This may be the simplest change you ever make in life, with the biggest impact.
I've been supporting Help for Heroes for many years - I actually rode in their first-ever official fundraiser back in 2008. I have witnessed the great work that Help for Heroes do to support those who have suffered life-changing injuries and illnesse...
God wants to help us... He loves us... we are His children. But He will not force His help on us at any time. He sees us when we struggle and fight and complain our way through things. And I believe it breaks His heart, when all we have to do is ask ...
One of the things we've always tried to do is help others with our story. Whether it's with the infertility issues, whether it's with the breast cancer, we said we're gonna turn these negatives into positives. And if we can help others by sharing our...
For us as writers, it's really important to have songs we believe in - even before sometimes we shoot a scene. If we have a song that's so perfectly designed for a scene on 'Rescue Me,' we'll play it on loud speakers during the shooting. It helps the...
Your smile can heal thousands; but your anger can kill millions. Your "hand-shake" can encourage tens of people while your "finger-pointing" can turn ten thousands away from you!
I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom ...
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading...
Practice with the left hand while the right is still there.
You cannot carry two watermelons in one hand.
How can one start a fast with baklava in one's hand.
The fire cannot be put out with your hands.
