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I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.
Charles De Leusse
Body is morning dew that shines to the rise of the hands. (Corps est rosée du matin - Qui brille au lever des mains.)
Terrell is weeping soundlessly, and despite the guard’s objection, he raises his hand up to the glass. Geraldine mimics him, lining her fingers up with his. It’s lonely to think that one little sheet of glass could create such a thick distance between them, but all the same, regardless of what he’s done, he’s still one of the closest friends she has.
...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one...
We have hands that must work, brains that must think, and personalities that must be developed.
To shape a dream well, understand that it is going to happen through processes in which your hands must get on board. It takes your own responsibility to get the best dream shape
Get on your feet or die.
Boredom is probably more frequent and more tormenting if you do not have sight or hands.
Enroll your body, soul and spirit and engage your time to do what you know best. Dedicate yourself to the work at hand and you will be rewarded by the fruits you will bear!
Your destiny lies in your own hands. But remember it was God who deposited it there!
It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend. That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.
Though the face of the steersman is forward, the boat drifts as it pleases. Though the king is in the palace, though the rudder is in your hand, wrong is done around you. Long is my plea, heavy my task, “What is the matter with him ?“ people ask. Be a shelter, make safe your shore, See how your quay is infested with crocodiles! Straighten your tongue, let it not stray, A serpent is this limb of man. Don’t tell lies, warn the magistrates, Greasy baskets are the judges.
We need to remember that God is holding us in His hands, he will lead us to the light
We grow old judging others And ourselves Until life humbles us And makes scared children of us Longing to hold another’s hand To hear their kind words And witness their kind deeds done on our behalf. But like children, We sabotage everything For nothing satisfies us Until life crumbles us And we are no more.
While both these statements refer to eggs, the main difference between these two rather irking statements is this: omelets do not come from chickens – it is eggs which come from chickens. Omelets on the other hand, are an entirely Human invention. Humans being here, the ‘middle man’ as it were.
The rose I gave you was an emblem of my heart,' said she; 'would you take it away and leave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked it?' 'Have I not said enough?
A house you build with your hands, but an empire you build with your heart.
Better a live dog than a dead lion.
The heart of a man is a small thing but it desires great matters. It is not big enough for a dog’s dinner but the whole world is not big enough for it. Man spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. From the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound; from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child.(...)And who will exterminate him who exterminates all others?
The most secretive news that can make you to shake hands with great people is humility. Pride on the other way is a dream killer.
The faithfulness of the Lord is so great that no mind can comprehend it, no hand can fold it, no mouth can describe it and no experience can compete with it. All that our hearts will need, His hands will provide!
He slept under the sky, holding her hand, filling the gaps between her fingers and losing himself inside the soul in the course of counting the stars, she was hiding inside her eyes.
Extend your loving and kind hands towards others. In return you will find that the whole universe will be kind to you.
When the brain thinks positively, the hands work positively, the legs run positively and the individual becomes a positive wholesome entity.
You are never far removed from God’s love and mercy.
On the other hand, when you do something for someone else, there's often a greater, deeper satisfaction.
...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.
Beauty is dad kissing mom's hand when it cramps. Beauty is seeing a Persian woman dance. Ugly is not the absence of beauty. Ugly is the inability to identify it. The inability to be surprised by it. It is the persistent reluctance to be made a child by it. Beauty is simply the manifestation of love.
There was something behind the softness that intertwined our fingers together—love? It felt different from two days ago. All I could think about was his smooth hand, wrapped in mine. It was more than affection—but I wasn’t sure how much more, or if that would ever change.
A seemingly simple task like taking a bath or wearing a condom feels like multitasking to someone who suffers from hemiplegia or has only one hand.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
Hand holding sword is always an ugly hand!
Before letting someone hold your heart in their hands, make sure their hands are clean.
We must lift our hands to God in prayer, crying out to Him to help us fulfill what He has called us for, to fulfill His will
What hand is holding the voting "trump card" that sold the peoples' souls? It starts with a knowledge of truth and the purpose that governments were Divinely designed for....today government looks darkly extraterrestrial in light of the truthprint! All people (without a segregated stand: you better know when to hold, em fold em...walk away and run from these political pimp runs and governance guns - it will never ever be about you - no matter who is coming to the party - they-are-all-in-the-same-gang B-B-B-BANG!!!!
Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.
You were never born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Don't think that way. You were born with a diamond spoon in your palm. Carry it by your own hand. Now, feed yourself
Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.
Antoine De Saint-exupery
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
Soke Behzad Ahmadi
The Hand (Kara-Te) is the cutting edge of the Mind
And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth. Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key....
Waddya want me to do? through my sling shot at him?
And you don't have to pinch me to see if I'm real, either. How about you just place your hand in mine while we walk to the store, then you can see just how real I am, firsthand.
He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.
This was true, she knew. Being involved with him gave her the privileged position of knowing him intimately. There were nights when he would wake up sweating, the nightmares returning out of the blue after a peaceful period sometimes weeks long. Growing up in the middle of a fierce civil war could indelibly mark a child. To Mykl, birthdays were always just another year under the belt, where the only reason to celebrate was that you weren’t dead yet. She took his hand, squeezed it tight and led him inside.
Ariella was silent, and I reached out to take her hand, squeezing as if it were a lifeline, holding me to sanity.
Which is colder, the hand or the gun?
Prior preparation is Success divided by half. Once you have fully prepared, every hand glove that obstacles wear to pull you away from reaching your destination will become slippery!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
When you need a helping hand, look inside you before anywhere else!
It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.
If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.