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Will you draw your sword with your free hand?"
"I already have. Will you make a fist with yours?"
"It's clenched.
the thing worth holding on to would not have let go
The world is a rollercoaster, and i am not strapped i, maybe i should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air
Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.
Wild to hold, though I seem tame.
Clenching for me already?
Feeling unglued is really all I've ever known. And I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's all I'll ever be.
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I have been whipped, as the saying is, but I am sure I can recover all the lost capital occasioned by that disaster; by only hanging a few moments by the neck; and I feel quite determined to make the utmost possible out of a defeat.
My heart faltered, overcome by its frightened, almost frenzied beating because of something I had just lost, or was on the point of losing for ever. My fingers grasped at his hand with such violence that no force in the world, no matter how great, could take it away from me.
Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.
God, she was so tight, my dick felt like it was being strangled.
The magnetic pull only got stronger. She wanted to be held. She wanted him to hold her.
As he held he closed his jaws tighter and tighter, for he made sure he would be banged to death, and, for the honor of his family, he preferred to be found with his teeth locked.
The mighty hand of God is upon me. I shall not be shaken.
Time had her by the throat, and the more she squirmed the tighter it gripped.
As if him binding my hands wasn't enough for me to feel possessed, owned, protected.
She'd learned that to cling too tightly was to strangle.
To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
keep your hand moving
Sometimes a hand is an anchor. His held me to the world.
Thwack. The nail drove deeper, as if Montgomery was driving it into my very heart. How hard was it to fix a loose nail? He hit it again and again, determined to set that bookshelf straight. Determined to do something right, after so much wrong.
He's holding onto me, but this time it feels like he's holding onto me because his earth has shifted off its axis, and I'm his core.
Will somebody hold me?Hold-- Harry Styles
Spreading its wings, her love stretched out and touching his tangled, frozen soul and from the first word, became ensnared in its icy grip where it remained, intrinsically entwined within an alternating web of dreams and nightmares. Forever lost, forever lost...
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
I will cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even when my numb hands can no longer feel it.
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
I want to stay stuck to you.
A tight fear, like a fishing line, hooked upon something that must, inevitably, be dragged from the depths. (Margret)
fingers clenched around the pommel of her sword. The blade trembled in her hand. Pressure swelled in her chest, her frustration bubbling within. Then she took a deep breath,
I am pressed, but not broken. I am confused, but not despairing. I am hunted by the enemy but not abandoned by God. I have been thrown down, but I am not finished yet.
If you ain't holding, you ain't trying.
I don't need anyone to hold me, I can hold my own.Hold-- Ani Difranco
I remember, when I was a kid, watching my mother jam herself into her girdle - a piece of equipment so rigid it could stand up on its own - and I remember her coming home from fancy parties and racing upstairs to extricate herself from its cruel iron grip.
Distraught I seize mine arms ... And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks how comely, sword in hand!
As we passed he returned grimly to his task, though his arthritic hands could hardly close around the stick. There was something almost regal about him, I thought; a defiance I admired. He was a holdout who refused to give up his post. The last watchmen at the end of the world.
What did my arms do before they held you?
One moment unstuck other stuck!
There isn't a submission in the world that can force me to tap out. If you get me in a hold, you better be prepared to snap a bone or kill me because I will not surrender. Call me stubborn, I know I am. Call me competitive or spoiled, I'm those things too, but what I am not, is weak.
He held to it in the way of a man who holds the string of a kite that is so high he can't see it anymore, knowing that any moment it may break and the only way he will know it has broken will be by the sudden ripple of the string as it dances slowly groundward.
The noose around a man's neck is tighter than that of his fists
Her broken heart had mended and then set like a bone; it was a tougher and knit together. She liked it that way.
grip my arm. I willed the old
In sum, it is not good to let the hand or the sword become fixed or frozen.87 A fixed hand is a dead hand; a hand that does not become fixed is alive. It is necessary to master this well.
I was caught by him. I was absolutely, unintentionally ensnared. Held by the look in his cocoa brown eyes when he spoke, commanding me. I shivered at his words as if they were touches sliding down my spine.
My thighs ached from the force of his grip. My back
The thumbs have been pricked, at least proverbially.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
When you hold somebody, you gotta hold them like it's the last minute of your life.
The moved and the shaken.
Hold everything earthly with a loose hand, but grasp eternal things with a death-like grip
A hand fought best when it made a fist.
The Friends Thou Hast
And Their Adoption Tried
Grapple Them To Thy Soul
With Hooks Of Steel
Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
Serpent-Breath was in my hand and anger in my soul.
Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more.
fierce tonight. Insistent.
Schuyler grasped it tightly. She would never let go. Not in this lifetime.
Hold on tightly - let go lightly
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
A firm hand is one which holds the horse in full contact.
Good golf begins with a good grip.
Mom once told me Aly had me wrapped around her little finger. She'd been wrong. Aly had held me in the palm of her hand.
Grasp not at much, for fear thou losest all.
Caught between life and death, I clung to life.
I owned him. I made this beautiful man gasp in my ear. His pleasure was mine, and my pain was his.
At times, you need to be forceful to get things that are stuck unstuck.
Balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his
the left hand trembling in an eternal so-so.
Purled and meandering lines drawn by knives; brain and bone exposed by stones; the rope still digging at his throat.
If a man ... would shake and not be shaken, grip and not be gripped, taking care always to squeeze the hand of his adversary as hard as it squeezed him, then he suffered no inconvenience from it.
Tony flung himself into his brother's arms and felt them close round him tight. "Hold me so I can't get away!" he said, and found himself queerly rejoicing in the steely strength of those scarred wrists.
His grip might bruise us and his teeth might mark us, but his heart would never. His heart is the best heart.
with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist, perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were things of usage. 'Keep
Sometimes you think someone is holding your hand when really they're holding you back.
The tighter your grip, the less you have to hold.
-The Pythian Scrolls
Gil's hands imprison my own.
He is full of desire. Desire and fear. He does not know what he desires, and he does not admit his fear. But he feels both, strong enough to strangle.
But one creature said at last, I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.
You bore ne rigid.
I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.
Mrs Bawden yanked me away from the table and dragged me across the food hall. I tried to twist away from her, but she had a grip like a python on steroids.
He swallowed again and tightened his grip so even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. It astonished him how difficult it was to find the one word he needed after these exquisite days. The one word he had no right to say.
He forced the forbidden syllable from his tight throat.
Stay.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers of jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels
tightly, without
His outflung hands traced over the threads of his rug, passed loop by loop through some patient woman's hands. Or maybe she hadn't been patient. Maybe she'd been tired, or irritated, or distracted, or hungry, or angry. Maybe she had been dying. But her hands had kept moving, all the same.
You want to embrace, but I can't figure out how to hold on to it.
I've got a hold of something that won't move. It's a willingness to keep walking into the next day, open to whatever may turn out to be true that day.
Open your hands if you want to be held.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.
I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on.
Her hands clung to my neck; they would not have held me so fast in a shipwreck. And I did not understand whether she wanted me to save her or to drown with her.
A hand held tightly, never to really let go.
Fills up life around you, for the comforts within our soul.
Stand firm and immovable as an anvil when it is beaten upon.
I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going.
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.