The horizon was indistinguishable from the inky black, which fell upon the desert like a sorcerer’s mantle shot through with diamonds. The stars were so tiny, so far away, and yet, at the moment, with her fingers curled around his, he almost felt a...
He felt, rather than saw, her chin lift toward him. But instead of pulling her hand from his grip and turning away, she tightened her own fingers and unceremoniously, unexpectedly, threw herself down the incline, dragging him with her. Dragging him w...
I've got a quiet voice. I think it's because as a child I didn't speak very much. I used to put my fingers in my ears to feel the silence, which was like a lovely trickling motion in my head.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless grass, No eye could find the place; But God on his repealless list Can summon every face
I do so play an instrument! I play air! I play the air with my fingers, and I'm in touch with the deepest emotions within. It took me a while to learn that whatever I feel like doing is the right thing. If I want to play an invisible instrument, I wi...
My son now is 22 months old, he's been playing since he was 12 months old and he gets standing ovations on the drums. He's been with us since he was 10 weeks old, he's been on the drums. He's got blisters on his fingers before he can even talk.
I don't write directly on to the computer because I don't think well facing forward with fingers on a keyboard. I think better looking down holding a pen. And the concentration quotient of pen and paper is higher than when I'm moving words around on ...
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...
Randal Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, and you, Elias! Straight from the debauchery capital of the world, Tijuana Mexico! Dante Hicks: Oh, God, no. Randal Graves: Oh, God, yes! [snaps his fingers and an incredibly elaborate lighting set-up is activated...
[Bela Lugosi casts a love spell on Vampira who is on TV while moving his fingers like Dracula] Edward D. Wood, Jr.: My Gosh, Bela, how do you do that? Bela Lugosi: You must be double-jointed. And you must be Hungarian.
Willie: Indiana Jones, this is one night you'll never forget. This is the night I slipped right through your fingers. Sleep tight and pleasant dreams. I could've been your greatest adventure.
Mike Wallace: You cut it! You cut the guts out of what I said! Eric Kluster: It was a time consideration, Mike... Mike Wallace: Time? Bullshit! You corporate lackey! Who told you your incompetent little fingers had the requisite skills to edit me?
Daniel: You know, Sammy, I'm sure she's unique and extraordinary, but... the general wisdom is that, in the end, there isn't just one person for each of us. Sam: There was for Kate and Leo. There was for you. There is for me. [holds up one finger] Sa...
Truck Driver: [shouts] Ya dumb broad! Driving instructor: All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger. Very good. Well done.
Rod Lane: I probably could have saved her if I'd have moved sooner. But I thought it was just another nightmare, like the one I had the night before. There was... there was this guy; he had knives for fingers.
Barbara Covett: Courage, mon brave! Sheba Hart: [kisses her fingers and throws them in the air] Barbara Covett: [voice-over] And bon voyage, to her little leprechaun! Sheba and I share a deep understanding now. No one can violate our magnificent comp...
Sol: Oh, is that him? Vinny: I don't know, how many fingers did he have? Sol: I'm sorry I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time. Vinny: Look, well let's not stand in no ceremony mate, let's start the show.
Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing. Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you? Hudson: Gee, would you sir? I'd like that. [Apone pulls down the skin under his left eye with middle finger] Apone: Look into my eye.
Rachel Dawes: [attempting to comfort a frightened child] It's okay. No one's gonna hurt you. The Scarecrow: [tearing in on horseback] Of *course* they are! Rachel Dawes: Crane? The Scarecrow: [leaning towards Rachel and holding up his finger as thoug...
The days when the words 'Hollywood actor' framed Ronald Reagan like bunny fingers as an ID tag and an implied insult seem far-off and quaint: nearly everybody in politics - candidate, consultant, pundit, and Tea Party crowd extra alike - is an actor ...
Most people live in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole organism should get into a h...
