Hands Quotes - Page 38

The freest child is the child who is most interested in what he is doing, and at whose hand are the materials for his work or play.

Morale is when your hands and feet keep on working when your head says it can't be done.

When life hands you lemons - SQUAT! Squats make everything better. And if squats don't, bacon will

Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.

To the highest leadership among women it is given to hold steadily in one hand the sacred vessels that hold the ancient sanctities of life, and in the other a flaming torch to light the way for oncoming generations.

My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn.

When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand.

The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.

Along your pathway of life you will observe that you are not the only traveler. There are others who need your help. There are feet to steady, hands to grasp, minds to encourage, hearts to inspire, and souls to save.

It is in those times of hopeless chaos when the sovereign hand of God is most likely to be seen.

To receive everything, one must open one's hands and give.

My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain... For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.

"Hi," I said. She came over, licked my hand discreetly, allowed herself to be scratched for a time, chased her tail in a dignified circle, lay down again. I remember thinking: "There are times God puts a choice in front of you." I often had such thoughts back then. We took the dog.

Property that endangers the safety of a nation should not be suffered to remain in the hands of its citizens.

It's always been difficult for me to speak and express my innermost thoughts. I prefer to write. When I sit down and write, words grow very docile, they come and feed out of my hand like little birds, and I can do almost what I want with them; whereas when I try to marshal them in open air, they fly away from me.

The human hand is made complete by the addition of a baseball.

She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours, and many a middle of a night I could hear her creaking around the dead house with a pen in one hand, a clipboard and a flashlight in the other, refining her poems, jotting down the lines of a conceit. Writing never came easy for her; it gave her calluses. She never courted the muses, she wrestled them, mauled them all over the house and came up, after weeks of peripatetic labor, with a slim Spencerian sonnet, fourteen lines of imagistic jabberwocky.

In not my, but our collective hands, is held the promise of change.

God can make you anything you want to be, but you have to put everything in his hands.

The important thing in life is not to have a good hand but to play it well.

I call upon all of you to wage a second American nonviolent revolution, to use civil disobedience, and to demand that this president leave town, to get up, to put the Quran down, to get up off his knees, and to figuratively come out with his hands up.

I don’t want to be in pain anymore. I want to be done, to be left unburdened and naked, to tear the hurt off my body like layers of clothes. At the end of the trail I stop and bend forward, hands on my knees, to catch my breath. I’m not healed, but for this moment, I’m better.

Having a manicure pulls a look together. Hands are the first thing people see after your face.

My life is in the hands of any fool who makes me lose my temper.

And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened.