Top 1200 Hands On Hips Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

I think Billie is the kind of girl who would let her hips swing loose.

Life is full of all sorts of people. You just need to know which hands to shake, which hands to hold and which hands to let go.

I spend a long time casting, but once I've cast a film there's a reason why I selected those people. So I'm hands-on in selecting the cast, hands-off to see what they do with their characters, and hands-on again to offer suggestions.

I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?

She's a big-hearted girl with hips to match.

The gist of the Twist is chiefly in the hips

Human beings thought with their hands. It was their hands that were the answer of curiosity, that felt and pinched and turned and lifted and hefted. There were animals that had brains of respectable size, but they had no hands and that made all the difference.

Oh, forgive me. Shaking hands with me is an unpleasant experience. My hands are no longer hands.

A blouse that hits at the hips or above will keep you from seeming shapeless in a flowy skirt.

I am taking belly dancing now. My hips are double-jointed, so I can do it really easily.

It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down and spreads to your hips.

Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.

I may not have hands to hold my wife’s hands, but I don’t need hands to hold her heart. That’s what I’m gonna hold.

I am very reactive and malleable. I have to figure out when to be hands on and hands off. If I am hands on all the time, I can't do too much. But my attitude works in a certain way. So the idea is to spread your personality, your attitude.

My run is so weird. That's what I'm most nervous about in this whole ordeal. I'm most nervous about everybody making fun of the way I run. I do, like, karate hands. Instead of running with my hands closed together like a normal person. It's like I'm trying to be aerodynamic or something, so my hands are straight like razors. Karate hands.

I always say, the bigger the hair, the smaller the hips!

Khloe has the youngest hands. You can tell a woman's age by her hands, and she taught me that. She has way younger hands than I do because she's addicted to wearing sunscreen on them. I'm not consistent with it, but maybe that will be my new year's resolution.

A secret control slip is a wonderful invention. It sculpts and lifts the bum and smooths the hips.

Ballroom dancing is so articulate. Your hips have to be a certain way, legs have to be straight at one time and bent another.

I like a guy who uses his hips when he's dancing.

Food became for me a way of becoming self-sufficient with my hands, to regain manual literacy, which I think has been lost on our generation and certainly younger generations. Very few people can actually make things with their hands and do things with their hands.

Skinny jeans don't work on someone, like me, who's a size 12 and has got child-bearing hips.

Hands learn more than minds do, hands learn how to hold other hands.

Having new hips feels great.

Whose hands are God's hands, but our hands?

I have my mother's hips...I have an apple bottom.

My hands are huge. When I was on 'Scrubs,' Zach Braff used to make fun of them all the time. And now I made some list. I guess Jennifer Garner is on the top of the list for best hands and I'm fourth down. But that's for people who really like an NBA star's hands.

When I want a long ball, I spin my hips faster.

I ain’t no hipster, but girl I can make your hips stir.

It's really important as a quarterback to have stability in all your joints but especially in the lower body, like the ankles, knees, and hips.

Both hips have had a form of hip replacement.

Your hands are not made to type out memos. Or put paper through fax machines. Or hold a phone up while you talk to people you dislike. One hundred years from now, your hands will rot like dust in your grave. You have to make wonderful use of those hands now. Kiss your hands so they can make magic.

A pretty woman is a Christmas tree,' my mother told me in the airport. This fella is hanging things on my branches as his gaze sweeps from my face all the way down my body to my hips and then back to my face. Ideas fly from his widened eyes and land on me like teeny, decorative burdens. He is giving me shyness, maybe, some book smarts, and a certain yielding sweetness in bed. The oil-slick eyes get me, and I find myself hanging a few ornaments myself, giving him deft hands and a sense of humor.

If you've got hips, you can't be a gymnast or dancer. That ruled me out.

Your hands are not made to type out memos. Or put paper through fax machines. Or hold a phone up while you talk to people you dislike. 100 years from now your hands will rot like dust in your grave. You have to make wonderful use of those hands now. Kiss your hands so they can make magic.

As long as the factories are in the hands of the whites, the housing is in the hands of the whites, the school system is in the hands of the whites, you have a situation where the blacks are constantly begging the whites can they use this or can they use that. That's not any kind of equality of opportunity, nor does it lend toward one's dignity.

I remember loving looking at J.Lo because she had a set of hips.

To make the hips the focal point of a pair of trousers is, to me, a fashion mistake.

I have no problem with my hips - I can still do the things that I used to do. I can run, I'm just not the fastest person on the field anymore.

The thing that comes most frequently to me on yoga retreats is excruciating pain in my hips.

As expected life isn't that sweet at all. When I came to Tokyo I thought I could achieve anything with my own two hands. It's not like that. To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But... there's not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want?

I've got a short torso and long legs, so I tend to wear longer tops and things that sit on my hips.

I'll try to communicate, Taylor said. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Hello! We need help. Is your village close? My village is Denver. And I think it's a long way from here. I'm Nicole Ade. Miss Colorado. We have a Colorado where we're from too! Tiara said. She swiveled her hips, spread her arms wide, then brought her hands together prayer-style and bowed. Kipa aloha. Nicole stared. I speak English. I'm American. Also, did you learn those moves from Barbie's Hawaiian Vacation DVD? Ohmigosh, yes! Do your people have that, too?

If you look at Keith Richards' hands, from the Rolling Stones, they're these gnarled, arthritic - it looks like people beat his hands with clubs. It's amazing there's so much character in his hands.

Ten seconds on the lips and a lifetime on the hips.

If you got the hips, you gotta work 'em.

When I was young, I had a big problem with warts. It started with one on the side of my little finger. A year later, I had it on all my fingers. My hands looked like the hands of an alligator. So I fist bumped people instead of shaking hands for a few years.

There are many out there who plead and pray for help. There are those who are discouraged, those who are beset by poor health and challenges of life which leave them in despair. I’ve always believed in the truth of the words, ‘God’s sweetest blessings always go by hands that serve him here below.’ Let us have ready hands, clean hands, and willing hands, that we may participate in providing what our Heavenly Father would have others receive from Him.

Like this cake. It’s really very good. (Arik) As the girth to my hips will attest. (Geary)

The salsa is all about hips, being confident and sexiness.

Your hips get really stiff when you're stuck on a bike for several hours each day.

We hold a lot of emotional energy in the hips, which is why they're often tight.

I would rather impress you with my storytelling than with the size of my waist and my hips.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

I was a girl with freckles and grew into a young woman a little bit more quickly, with hips and thighs.

I make music for the hips, not the head.

Being on a grand jury felt like attending a series of hangings in a legal Wild West. Hands up for a true bill. Hands up for a dismissal. A show of hands to save a life, or to end it.

A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, Low Bridge Ahead. Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, Got stuck, huh? The truck driver says, No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas.

I'm a girl who's curvy, and I'm Latvian, but I don't have hips, and I have a tiny waist.

I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom for me.'