Best 280 quotes in «fingers quotes» category

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

I'm just beginning to develop callouses on my fingers, because I haven't played a lot.

I'm sorry that I can't snap my fingers and undo 50 years of bad American foreign policy.

In fiber optics, the cable is a light pipe or waveguide, into which you inject light. If a finger presses on the pipe, it disrupts that light within the waveguide.

I never knew how to throw a fastball, never learned how to throw a curveball, a slider, split-finger, whatever they're throwing nowadays. I was a one-pitch pitcher.

I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.

I no longer need my power tie, because I always have, my power finger.

In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.

I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one's finger and say, "It all began that day, at such a time and such a place, with such an incident?

It is the same: a chosen one is a man whom God's finger crushes against the wall.

I think it's a pretty good day if I can get through it without lifting a finger.

It is pleasing to be pointed at with the finger and to have it said, "There goes the man." [Lat., At pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier his est.]

It's not that comedy has changed in terms of what's funny. For me, it's changed in that sometimes I don't feel my finger is on the pulse.

It's a "keep your fingers crossed" business, the entertainment business.

I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow, got the string around my finger.

I've got my finger in a lot of pies.

I was born in the late '50s, was a child of the '60s, then the '70s, then the '80s, then the '90s, and I have mental fingers in all those pies.

I was born with the biggest middle finger on Earth.

I've never been a pizza eater. I don't like to hold it and fold it and always burn the roof of my mouth. I hate having greasy fingers.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

I wasn't a visionary but I literally had my finger on the pulse of the women of America.

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

Knowledge will appear in turn the merest ignorance to those who come after us. Yet it is not to be despised, since by it we reach up groping fingers to touch the hem of the garment of the Most High.

Manhattan's always fascinating, too, just a big, stinky, smelly conglomeration of numbered avenues and streets, but it's just got a vibe that's hard to beat. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I can't put my finger on it.

Love ... is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

Learn to listen with your fingers.

Mama stroked his dinger, Daddy got stinky finger.

Marriage: a ceremony in which rings are put on the finger of the lady and through the nose of the gentleman.

Mine! There isn't any such thing as mine. The world slips slithering through my fingers.

Mathematics transfigures the fortuitous concourse of atoms into the tracery of the finger of God.

Marrying a woman for her money is very much like setting a rat-trap, and baiting it with your own finger.

My fingers are not as fast as my brain - which isn't that much to type home about anyway.

Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad.

My finger picking is sort of a cross between Pete Seeger, Earl Scruggs, and total incompetence.

My fingers always seem busier than my mind.

My heroines are always virgins. They never go to bed without a ring on their fingers; not until page 118 at least.

My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen.

My trigger finger itching, positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on. No remorse or second thoughts.

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

My values, our values, aren't about pointing fingers. They are about offering a helping hand.

My tweeting is cool and calm unless I am riled up about something and then I just surrender to the fury of my fingers.

Our Constitution represents the work of the finger of Almighty God.