Best 280 quotes in «fingers quotes» category

We were disliked by the press in the early days because they couldn't put their finger on us, and that was the case with Zeppelin as well.

What do you think I'm a professor of? The little finger? (On offers of honorary doctorates.)

When God’s putting His finger on the part of your life that’s not working, He’s pointing to your next miracle.

When finger point at moon, don't look at finger or you'll miss the moon.

When I'm in my normal mood, music drips from my fingers.

When I have my manuscript finished, more or less, I type it myself, with two fingers. I type fast with two fingers. And then when it's ready, I reread, recorrect, and retype it. Everything is my own work. I do not give it to secretaries or to typists.

When it comes down to it, I'm just a girl who wears those five-finger weird toe shoes.

Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.

When you point your finger 'cause your plan fell through You got three more fingers pointing back at you!

Whether elected or appointed he considers himself the Lord's anointed, and indeed the ointment lingers on him so thick you can't get your fingers on him.

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.

With materialization in play you have magic in your fingers and you become the wizard.

... women have their roots in the ground, and often those roots are starved and ravaged, yet there is not a human alive who cannot reach and touch, with... her fingers, the very top of God's rainbow.

When our fingers touch a crackle of electricity passes between us.

When the sage points at the moon, all that the idiot sees is the finger.

Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.

Whether one showed you and execution or a little finger, you would extract an equally edifying thought from both of them, and would still be content. That's the way to get on in life.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.

You always felt not happy about things, but you just couldn't put your finger on what was going.

Yes, I am influenced by everbody. But every time I put my hands in my pockets I find someone else's fingers there.

You can't lose what you serve. That's the secret. What you serve, you can't lose. What you don't serve and what you try to hold onto, you can't hold onto. It's always slipping out of your fingers.

You can count on the fingers of one hand the times a B sample has not confirmed the result of the A sample. It's almost always a delaying tactic.

You can never underestimate the ability of the Democrats to wet their finger and hold it in the wind.

You can calculate Zsa Zsa Gabor's age by the rings on her fingers.

You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.

You can sit right on my middle finger for the night

You [Chopin] have in your fingers an orchestra of butterflies.

You ever tried to pick up your teeth with a bunch of broken fingers

You're in direct contact with the music by having the strings under your fingers. It's not mechanical like a piano.

You move just a finger, say the slightest word, something's bound to linger-be heard.

You hit somebody with your fist and not with your fingers spread.

You must have stuck a finger up your arse at least once.

You're going to be much less likely to point the finger at somebody and create a huge brouhaha when it wasn't necessary if you had stopped and asked yourself, 'Could I have done things to prevent this situation?'

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.

You want to go in the steam bath to get your vocals sounding well, but you don't want your fingers to get soft.

You should not be misled about the so-called single opposition candidate. There are so many of them now that you will lack the fingers to count them.

You think the speed of your fingers can match the strength of my fists?

You've got to keep your finger on the pulse of what your audience is thinking and know what they'll accept from you.

As I walked, I started making a list of everyone in the mage world whom I’d opposed, fought with, or otherwise irritated. After I ran out of fingers to count on I decided to limit the number to people I’d pissed off relatively recently.

And truths, these days, are spoken The same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

All around him the branches of the trees had frozen solid, reaching out white fingers of glass that looked as if they would shatter in any breeze, or chime like musical bells. The world looked strangely magical.

Believe me when I say: 'Out of all those around, she’s the best locksmith in town.' Her stethoscope ears know when the dials of your heart click into place. She’s been cutting keys for years. You don’t stand a chance with that flimsy case. Alas, no matter how you lock your heart— bolt, fixture, and key— she’s got nimble fingers that pick locks for free. Padlocks and deadbolts are all in vain. Why do you even bother with that chain? She’s way too smart. Along with ours, she’ll have your heart. And you will see that the best locksmith in town is she.

Before you point fingers at someone, clean them well. You better remove that log on your lens before you can see the speck on someone's own afar!

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.

Dip your fingers n the spring stream or lift your face to the summer rains. Listen for me in the winter wind I'll come back for you.

He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.

If you hurt any of your fingers, your whole body will feel its effect. Everything is connected. Infect one part of something, and a reaction will spread and affect the rest. We sit sometimes not knowing why we feel restless or sad, but in truth we are feeling transferred emotions moving through our atmosphere. We pick up on frequencies that come from near and far that affect us unconsciously. Humans are like moving antennas. We are magnetic entities living in an electromagnetic world. The core of the earth is a gigantic crystal that captures and amplifies strong energies in all directions. We all act and react as its transmitters and receivers. Every cause has effect and every effect has cause. All words and actions do matter. We are all connected. When one arm or foot is poisoned, the whole body becomes infected.