God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.

Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L’amour, c’est larme de joie, – C’est le baptême des doigts)

I’ve always dipped my finger in so many things.

Hesitantly, I touched the stump where my finger used to be. In my mind, something almost remembered itself, but the fumes of turpentine were making me a little lightheaded; whatever memory was on the verge...

I’ve got my finger in a lot of pies.

I’ll stab you with a pointy thingy. Not a sword, a knife, or even a mountaintop. No, I’ll use my index finger—and just to make a point about violence.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone’s finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if...

Frodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm’s edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle. “Precious, precious,...

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your...

Your smile can heal thousands; but your anger can kill millions. Your “hand-shake” can encourage tens of people while your “finger-pointing” can turn ten thousands away from you!

I love you guilty. It makes it easier for me to wrap you around my finger.

Run your purpose on the toes of your feet before people can type your success stories with the fingers of their hands.

Before you point fingers at someone, clean them well. You better remove that log on your lens before you can see the speck on someone’s own afar!

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

Hold me like you hold the hand of a little kid who needs you in loneliness, bite my fingers like you bite a giggling kid in front of her friends, and play with me like...

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could...