Best 280 quotes in «fingers quotes» category

If you shake my hand, better count your fingers

I get my fingers in all our pies. Before you know it, your little fingers including all your toes are in all the pies.

I have nothing against women. As a matter of fact there's something about them that I love, but I just can't put my finger on it.

I have a sort of tactility about music. I go into record stores and just run my fingers over it, the spines.

I haven't got a racist bone in my little finger.

I have terrible handwriting. I now say it's a learning disability... but a nun who was a very troubled woman hit me over the fingers with a ruler because my writing was so bad.

I hope you die.... P.S. If you do die, I'm going to go to the funeral and finger your corpse.

I like to start by wiggling my fingers on top of guitar strings.

I loved being outside. We'd hold lightning bugs in our fingers and pretend they were diamond rings.

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

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

I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Learn to listen with your fingers.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Mama stroked his dinger, Daddy got stinky finger.

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

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

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