The food and culture of any place go hand in hand.
As much as you love a sport, I don't think love and joy necessarily go hand in hand. I think you can still be in love with the sport but just not happy in it.
My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.
This hand is not very active always, because it was in this hand that I carried my books. My carrying hand was always my strongest. Now I think my other hand has developed more muscles from signing all those autographs.
Not only do self-love and love of others go hand in hand but ultimately they are indistinguishable.
Simplicity and sincerity generally go hand in hand, as both proceed from a love of truth.
I love writing. I think writing and directing go hand in hand.
True love is but a humble, low born thing,
And hath its food served up in earthenware;
It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand,
Through the every-dayness of this workday world.
Forgiveness should go hand-in-hand with love.
I think gene therapy and nanotechnology go hand in hand.
I think chemistry and great acting go hand-in-hand.
I would think beer and football go hand in hand.
I think that sexual oppression and dictatorship go hand in hand.
Learning and innovation go hand in hand. The arrogance of success is to think that what you did yesterday will be sufficient for tomorrow.
I think space and music go hand in hand in the sense that they give a little more mystery and magic to life.