He who has no spoon will burn his hands.
You don't milk a cow with your hands in your pockets.
After shaking hands with a Greek, count your fingers.
Your hand is never the worse for doing its own work.
Wait a second," Four says. I turn toward him, wondering which version of Four I'll see now-the one who scolds me, or the one who climbs Ferris wheels with me. He smiles a little, but the smile doesn't spread to his eyes, which look less tense and wor...
David Kleinfeld: [watching an Italian man dancing with Gail] You're gonna let this fuckin' goombah paw your woman like that? Carlito: Hey, they're just dancin'. Don't you appreciate that? The movement. The rhythm. What I don't appreciate is he's got ...
I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me, those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in front, to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond. And their eyes were my eyes. As I...
Cambodian dust whipped up in the wind and stuck to my clothes like clay. I put a hand between my face and the sun and blinked Phnom Penn dust from my tired eyes. One idea, drink, beamed light in all directions across my dark consciousness. A slim lad...
Look at your hand. Its structure does not match the structure of assertions, the structure of facts. Your hand is continuous. Assertions and facts are discontinuous.... You lift your index finger half an inch; it passes through a million facts. Look ...
The left-hand path adept seeks to liberate him/herself from passive subjection to the illusory nature of Maya, thus freeing the consciousness from the binds of self-created delusion.
Dragline: Where'd the road go? Luke: That's it. That's the end of it. Convict: Man, there's still daylight. Dragline: About two hours left. Convict: What do we do now? Luke: Nothin'. Dragline: Oh Luke, you wild, beautiful thing. You crazy handful of ...
My heart is your heart," he said. "My hands are your hands.
It's iron that can sharpen iron; wood cannot do that.
It would be a dull world if we all thought alike.
Patience and wisdom walk hand in hand, like two one-armed lovers.
There's nothing good or bad, except by comparison" (210) - Bud Selig "Effort is Everything
Criminals do not die by the hands of the law. They die by the hands of other men.
On the edge of timelessness, hand in hand with you, a sea of flowers caressed.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
The thing is, is to raise your hand. It's not to hide, and it's not to try and pretend or do anything like that. You raise your hand, that's the best thing about it.
I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
