A Quote by Gayle Forman

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut. — © Gayle Forman
But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.
There is more power in the open hand than in the clenched fist.
Many of us come into the world with a clenched fist, but we all leave with an open hand.
The mind that is too ready at contempt and reprobation is, I may say, as a clenched fist that can give blows, but is shut up from receiving and holding ought that is precious.
It was my dream that I had clenched in a fist of discontent and wouldn't release. But time had now pried every finger open. There is peace in an open and upraised hand that isn't grasping for anything.
Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.
There is nowhere to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand
The most powerful demonstration of leadership is not a clenched fist of brute force but an open hand of humble assistance.
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
When you are in a state of nonacceptance, it's difficult to learn. A clenched fist cannot receive a gift, and a clenched psyche grasped tightly against the reality of what must not be accepted cannot easily receive a lesson.
You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.
I always held my flower in a clenched fist.
Sin is a clenched fist and a blow in the face of God.
Hold material goods and wealth on a flat palm and not in a clenched fist.
Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched, their teeth are clenched, their eyes fast shut. First they will not, in the end they cannot, open their hands for gifts, or their mouth for food, or their eyes to see.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.
Love will not always linger longest with those who hold it in too clenched a fist.
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