Best 280 quotes in «fingers quotes» category

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

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.

I was born with the biggest middle finger on Earth.

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.

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.

Mama stroked his dinger, Daddy got stinky 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.

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

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

My fingers always seem busier than my mind.

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

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

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

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