Fingers Quotes - Page 6

The finger that turns the dial rules the air.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

As a species, we are forever sticking our finger into the electric socket of the universe to see what will happen next.

You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.

A mouse has the precision that your finger can't approach.

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

I can always make things longer than I intend for them to be, but cutting things down is just brutal. It's like cutting off your fingers every time you lose a word.

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

There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.

If no words come, you can always give him the finger.

Britney painted her finger nails and it really seemed like they had a blast.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

My tweeting is cool and calm unless I am riled up about something and then I just surrender to the fury of my fingers.

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

And history`s fingers never relax their grip, never leave us unmolested, can touch us even when we would never imagine their presence.

Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.

I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.

Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?

Guns require a finger to pull the trigger.

Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.

I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

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.

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.

I cannot outline. I do not know what the next thing is going to happen in the book until it comes out of my fingers.