If you are holding hands with others, you can't hold a gun!
I make things with my hands. Hands are made to make things, and hands are made to hold. With my hand I hold my other hand when I get lonely.
If the sky falls, hold up your hands.
Hold on to a true friend with both hands.
Walking together and exchanging kisses. Holding hands like we're Mr. and Mrs.
Hold a true friend with both your hands.
...nothing seemed quite as romantic as holding hands while you climaxed.
Hold your children with your heart but teach them with your hands.
Holding hands with your lover is special, especially when that hand is plastic, and that lover is a mannequin.
You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriag...
You cannot hold your head high with your hand out.
Bobbie Joe: You're holding my hand too tight. Jake: Baby, I ain't holding your hand!
That's the thing about hands, I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to feel I'm holding onto someone I love.
That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.
A lot of the records you buy, there's nothing you can hold in your hand, it's all 1's and 0's, this digital cloud floating in the ether. but with analog albums, you can hold it in your hand.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.
He had strong, steady hands, and I could tell from looking at them there was little he couldn't do. Mossy always said you could tell everything you needed to know about a man from his hands. Some hands, she told me, were leaving hands. They were the ...
When the ball dropped in 1999, I was holding dough and champagne in my hands and holding my kids.
She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?
