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Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.
He looked down at his hands - resting on his knees - flexing the fingers, the veins and sinews standing out clearly amidst the scars. Killer's hands, I thought, knowing they could choke the life from me in a few seconds.
My hands are dying.
I can't look at people's wrists. Something about the veins makes me weak. My siblings used to torture me with that because they knew it was the thing I couldn't handle. They would stick their wrists in my face.
Hands Should Never Be Used For Hurting But Should Always Be Used To Better Our World!
passed two wristbands under
I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life, feeling our way over mountains passed and valleys crossed; they are our histories.
I don't think his hands could take the abuse.
We are all fed from hundreds and thousands of hands. Often we do not know whose they are nor how they work. Only a few of us ever visualize the hands that grope in the coal mines or push levers in the mills or handle axes in the lumber camp.
How can my ankles and arms be obscene?
forefinger, pointing right, parallel
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.
Move with your feet, the hands will follow.
My dear hands. Farewell, my poor hands.
We pray with our hands and often communicate with them. We use them to eat, work, and make love. We employ them as marvelously sophisticated instruments of flexibility and strength, and when they are damaged, we anguish.
Disembodied limbs
Be careful: they have arms, and no alternatives.
You get hit over the knuckles enough, you don't stick them out anymore.
How weak your little fleshy hands are. Have you ever done anything with them but type and fondle yourself?
Please note that, at no point in the performance, does my hand leave the end of my arm ...
Touch with your heart more than with your hands.
Hands Should Never Be Used To Hit, Hurt or Abuse Anyone. They Should Always Be Used To Help Better our World Instead!
Palming separates the men from the boys!
Where are you supposed to put your arms when you dance? It's like the Universal Question.
Listen to the arts of kids, their hands when tied have wings.
Wringin' your hands only stops you from rollin' up your sleeves.
My boys. I don't have them to hold. What do I do with my arms?
Hoddies are pants for your arms!
I can't imagine cutting my wrists in Pokheepsie
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.
The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.
chain. His left wrist held a thick gold Rolex whose
Little Fists, what's wrong?
The left one's the hospital, the right one's death. The right one steals your life while the left steals your breath. These hands are bad juju and the bad boogaloo, they're the teeth of the demon as he slides down the flue.
In tennis, there is the forehand, the backhand, the overhead smash and the drop volley, all with a different grip.
Someone severed the link between my brain and my fingers.
These hands are unlike any other
strong
but gentle
caring
loving
and understanding
I'm a professional fighter and like most professional fighters I have had difficulties with my hands in the past.
It was the feet they'd do, for a first offense. They used steel cables, frayed at the ends. After
If these hands, used to fighting, would be acceptable to His Holiness, we most thankfully dedicate them to the service of him who deserves so well of the Church and of the fatherland.
It's by stooping that fingers create a fist, and by standing tall that they give us open palms.
If you want to see my hands, all you have to do is ask.
I got kicked out of Riverdance for using my arms.
Hands have their own language.
Shoulder. They weigh that much. Tyler's a banquet waiter,
You can't hit without your hands.
Let's see that wrist."
I held it out, and Chase's jaw tightened.
"Look at that!" the medic shouted, staring over my shoulder behind us. The moment I turned my head he grabbed my hand and jerked it toward him, hard.
A crack as the bones in my wrist realigned.
I'm going to make a man bracelet. Let me see your wrist.
I look down at my hands. They are what Dancer called them - cut, scarred, burned things. When Eo kissed them, they grew gentle for love. Now that she is gone, they grown hard for hate.
Palm twitching mad, especially now
Often the hands grasp more quickly than the head.
And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT
I have 2 weapons; my arms, my legs and my brain.
Hand closed around the
I can walk on my hands.
My wrists, which are tattooed with my daughters' names, are always occupied by a watch.
Tonight in your dreams you must look at your hands.
Of all the parts of your body, be most vigilant over your index finger, for it is blame-thirsty. A pointed finger is a victim's logo.
I see you're looking at my cuff buttons.
I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.
If you're lookin' for a helpin' hand, try the one at the end of your arm.
I hate cutting my wrists while shaving
The difference between a helping hand and an outstretched palm is a twist of the wrist.
Each arm is intertwined into a story, the story of my life.
The disappointments that I had.
The life lessons learned.
And the pure soul wrenching love that I only dream to find one day.
without hands, there'd be no music
All I see are ankles and wrists
and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.
I was shot in the wrist when I was a kid. Deliberately.
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.
Punch any of mine, and I'll break your arm off and beat you to death with it.
Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell.
What is left over if I subtract the fact that my arms goes up from the fact that I raise my arm?
Gil's hands imprison my own.
Human hands are great for waving hello, waving goodbye, and for making love alone in front of a cheering audience of paying spectators.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
Blood, sweat and fingers.
The gloves of memory make the hands unafraid.
I can also tell in whose hands I am. Do these hands tremble? There can be no doubt: these are the hands of a military officer. Is it a firm pulse? I say without vacillating: these are the hands of a liberator.
Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see 'em?
I have a strong tennis arm.
Suddenly, both Archer's and Jenna's hands clamped down on my wrists.
Actually, I think my hands are in the best shape they've ever been in terms of what I can do.
Hand and wrist aches are more common than ever ... Wikipedia lists ... my favorite, Raver's Thumb, which you can get from repeatedly waving a glow stick in the air (see, kids, ecstasy really is bad for you).
You know, fingers, they each have different meanings, but my interpretation of them are: promise, love, provocation, direction, and the thumb...well...GOOD LUCK!
The whole thing made me a little wrist-slitty.
My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
My knees are ticklish.
My chest, Stella's hip, Jamie's left ass cheek.
Fishing and ear scratching the two reasons men were given hands.
I fell off a bridge when I was 14, then had surgery when I was 17. Now my left wrist is an inch-and-a-half shorter than my [right one] and doesn't quite have the mobility to wrap around a guitar neck without a bit of pain.
O that these folding arms might ne'er undo!
Hands could be such expressive things.
I don't know a lot about the human body, but I would be willing to bet there's a nerve that runs directly from the palm of the hand, straight to the heart.
The hands
find a way to do
what the heart
wants to say
Your hands already know too much.
Was I seriously ogling his wrist?
The finger cut, to save the hand.
You are provided with hands, but you decide how to employ them. Some use their hands to provide a lover's caress, chisel a sculpture, plant seeds; others use their hands to tighten a noose, pull a gun trigger, turn a prison key on innocent souls.
The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.
My arms are too short to box with God.
You might have announced in front of the entire football team and cheerleading squad that I
fictitiously liked what your hands did to me, but I just made you come with one finger, so tell me now who has the skills.
Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.