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keep your hand moving
You know, fingers, they each have different meanings, but my interpretation of them are: promise, love, provocation, direction, and the thumb...well...GOOD LUCK!
Sometimes it's those things you can't touch that you need to hold on to the most.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
The hand has the richest articulation of space.
They look like good, strong hands.
Handles. That's all he could think when he saw them. The woman had braided handles into her hair, just begging a man to grab them and guide her head where he wanted it to go. Surely she had to realize that.
There is nothing these hands can hold worth having. They cannot hold the moonlight, or the melody of a song, or even the beauty of a woman. They can touch her face, but not her beauty. Only the heart can hold such things.
The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.
The hand is defined as "the organ of apprehension." How perfectly the definition fits my case in both senses of the word "apprehend"! With my hand I seize and hold all that I find in the three worlds - physical, intellectual, and spiritual.
My hand is the extension of the thinking process - the creative process.
fingers in his mind long after he couldn't see them anymore. His urge
Things and men have always a certain sense, a certain side by which they must be got hold of if one wants to obtain a solid grasp and a perfect command.
In tennis, there is the forehand, the backhand, the overhead smash and the drop volley, all with a different grip.
Listen to the arts of kids, their hands when tied have wings.
Hands were such extraordinary tools, she mused. Tools, weapons, clumsy and deft, numb and tactile. Among tribal hunters, they could speak, a flurry of gestures eloquent in silence. But they could not taste. Could not hear. Could not weep. For all that, they killed so easily.
I make my hand my whole world. Hand hand hand hand. I push through the sand and light and heat, and with every bit of strength I have in me, I squeeze back.
Every circumstance comes with two handles, which one of which you can hold it, while with the other conditions are insupportable.
The hands have to be like concrete when the horse resists and like butter when he yields.
The human hand allows the mind to reveal itself.
I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on.
And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.
What's the handle, Zock?
It's hard, really, to make any physical movement that hasn't been done in another film. If you grab someone's hand, it doesn't mean you're referencing other films with grabbing hands.
Sometiems it's those things you can't touch that you need to hold onto most.
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you, for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
Aaron Hill
I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters
Sometimes a hand is an anchor. His held me to the world.
The hand that gives, gathers.
What the hand does the mind remembers.
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
when straws are all you have, you grasp them. There
Emotion ... a weird sense of human ... strong handling make us numb ... loose handling make us dumb ...
Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
But then, at some point, the hand that
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.
The hands understand the language of dreams.
Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
--------- boney fingers - boney fingers...
I can touch without hand, can reach without move closer then catch without my edge sight
Hold everything earthly with a loose hand, but grasp eternal things with a death-like grip
Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
You have to let go before you can reach.
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.
These hands are unlike any other
strong
but gentle
caring
loving
and understanding
Perhaps nothing is so fraught with significance as the human hand, this oldest tool with which man has dug his way from savagery, and with which he is constantly groping forward.
Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child
A hand is not enough...to never let goHand-- Munia Khan
Your hands can't catch what your eyes can't see.
The Hand (Kara-Te) is the cutting edge of the Mind
The practice is to make the non-arising of grasping and clinging absolute, final, and eternally void, so that no grasping and clinging can ever return. Just that is enough. There is nothing else to do.
Grasp a difficulty by the "blade" and it cuts; grasp it by the "handle" and you can use it constructively.
Her fingers walk the tightropes of sentences;
When you fix something with your hands it gives you a sense of accomplishment and a sense of self worth.
The spirit of the LORD, in the name of Jesus, empower my hands
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Who grasps with his fist one who has an arm of steel injures only his own powerless wrist. Wait till inconstant fortune ties his hand, then ... pick out his brains.
Gil's hands imprison my own.
The hand is the prehensile organ of the mind.
These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.
Extend a hand whether or not you know it shall be grasped.
Disembodied limbs
REACH, n. The radius of action of the human hand. The area within which it is possible (and customary) to gratify directly the propensity to provide.
If you're lookin' for a helpin' hand, try the one at the end of your arm.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
Lacing my fingers through his, I studied them. His fingers were so much longer than mine, and I envisioned what those fingers could do. And how long they would take to do it before they sent me over the edge. - Lacey
Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.
Under softest touch hides treacherous claws.
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.
These hands are yours. You can use them
for good, or for evil. And no amount of nature, biology, or DNA determines those
decisions for you.
Hands could be such expressive things.
Blood, sweat and fingers.
The hand in the eye is the ultimate tool.
Our hands imbibe like roots, so i place them on what is beautiful in this world. And I fold them in prayer, and they draw from the heavens light
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
Good golf begins with a good grip.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
to both sides before trying the handle; it moved
This is how you get unstuck. You reach.
Holding something doesn't make it yours. You realize at some point you're just keeping it back for yourself, because it's pulling away with equal force. You've got to cut the string from your finger and leave that wispy thread, like a baby spider on the breeze.
There's a hand," she said.
"You need a hand?" Matthew carefully skated back to her. "Have you got yourself stuck?"
"No, Matthew. There appears to be a hand. Frozen in the ice.
I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.
In the case of animal slaughter, to throw your hands in the air is to wrap your fingers around a knife handle.
Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.
An accomplished man to his fingertips.
Wonder what opportunities you pass, unwittingly, because your hands are so busy clasping what you think you have always known.
Sometimes holding on was all you could do.
We grasp at symbols, talismans, triggers of association to what's forever gone.
The left hand holds the power of weakness; the right, the power of strength. I wish my actions to be ruled by the power of weakness, so I hold my staff in my left hand. You hold your scepters in the right hand; your actions are ruled by the power of strength. Of might. Of tyranny.
It's a tangible thing; the kind of power that could tangle in my fingers.
My hand tells me what I'm thinking.
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand's size
the thing worth holding on to would not have let go
God gave me these hands for a reason!
With great powers come great handjobs!
He could have flung his arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check.
Trying not to grasp is the same thing as to grasp since it's motivation is the same, my urgent desire to save my self from a difficulty. I can not get rid of this desire since it is one and the same desire as the desire to get rid of it.
The other hand wanted to wrap itself around Ranger's most perfect body part and not let go.
Sometimes you think someone is holding your hand when really they're holding you back.
On a grassroots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.