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Last updated on November 18, 2024.
I feel like I'm faster with the ball in my hands.
Take destiny in your own hands.
Open your hands if you want to be held. — © Rumi
Open your hands if you want to be held.
I'm dominant positionally, and my hands got power.
I literally can't talk without moving hands.
They who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.
Working with my hands keeps me sane.
The future of content marketing is in your hands.
The blues? Why, the blues are a part of me. They're like a chant. The blues are like spirituals, almost sacred. When we sing blues, we're singing out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues. When I sing, 'I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry -- Yes, I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry,'... what I'm doing is letting my soul out.
Do you see the Field of Mars, where I walked next to my bride in her white wedding dress, with red sandals in her hands, when we were kids?” “I see it well.” “We spent all our days afraid it was too good to be true, Tatiana,” said Alexander. “We were always afraid all we had was a borrowed five minutes from now.” Her hands went on his face. “That’s all any of us ever has, my love,” she said. “And it all flies by.” “Yes,” he said, looking at her, at the desert, covered coral and yellow with golden eye and globe mallow. “But what a five minutes it’s been.
If cattle and horses, or lions, had hands...
Let freedom never perish in your hands.
Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit! — © Lady Jane Grey
Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit!
It's all about having fun and smiling and shaking hands.
You've always asked me to wait, as if we had time in abundance. But time is too precious, Perry. We've wasted years, when we could have been with each other. Don't you understand how much even one day of loving each other is worth? Some people are separated by distances they can never cross. All they can do is dream about each other for a lifetime, never having what they want most. How foolish, how wasteful to have love within your reach and not take it!" She clamped her teeth on her trembling bottom lip to steady herself
You shouldn't put your hands on a woman. Simple as that.
The hand that punched is the hands that gives compassion
Daniel took Luce’s hands in his. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and let his massive white wings unfurl. Fully extended , they would have filled the entire kitchen , but Daniel reined them in, close to his body. They shimmered and glowed and looked altogether too beautiful. Luce reached out and touched them with both hands. Warm and satin smooth on the outside, but inside, full of power. She could feel it coursing through Daniel, into her. She felt so close to him, understood him completely—As If they had become one.
All the power's in the hands of people rich enough to buy it.
A newspaper is always a weapon in somebody's hands.
My love, I fear the silence of your hands.
I wash my hands constantly in the kitchen, so they're always dry.
Iran is a nation with American blood on its hands.
Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God
The land belongs to those who work it with their hands.
Great cooking favors the prepared hands.
I can move objects with my mind, if I use my hands.
I could break bricks with my hands when I was 12.
Everyone who pays taxes has blood on their hands.
All is in the hands of man. Therefore wash them often.
The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.
The painter has the Universe in his mind and hands.
It's in God's hands when we come on this earth and when we leave.
It's a real advantage in basketball to have great hands.
If I get a target, I want the ball in my hands.
The solution of this country's problems lies in black hands.
It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.
I am a hands-on mother and don't rely on maids. — © Ayesha Takia
I am a hands-on mother and don't rely on maids.
These are the things I learned: share everything, play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw some and paint and sing and dance and play and work some every day. Take a nap every afternoon, and, when you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
I think I have great hands out of the backfield.
Put yourself in God’s hands and you can’t go wrong.
It is hard to bite the hands that feed you, especially when you are competing for food.
A holy man is a mighty weapon in the hands of God.
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Greatness is in not what you do but how you are an instrument in the hands of God.
When life hands you melons, eat them.
As a fighter, your hands are always hurting.
Idle hands make fretful minds. — © Shelley Shepard Gray
Idle hands make fretful minds.
Rebecca held her head high and swanned across the hallway, but as she neared the footman, she could see quite plainly that his gaze was not where it should be. She stopped dead and slapped her hands over her bosom. "Its too low, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have listened to that maid. She might not mind her boobies hanging out for all to see, but i just can't-" Her brain suddenly caught up with her mouth. She removed her hands from her bosom and slapped them over her awful, awful, awful mouth.
A lot of guys in jail tattoo their hands.
I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...
Win hearts, and you have all men's hands and purses.
When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands.
A broken life in the hands of God is ripe for blessing.
I can change the world with my own two hands
God gives where he finds empty hands.
I don't think his hands could take the abuse.
One thing is certain, You can't shake hands with a fist.
The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the spots of sun on the ground moved with the shifting of the branches, like a conscious caress.
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