Gloves are condoms for the hands. My bare handshake might impregnate you.

Everything I’ve learned about handshakes is from hands-on experience. Due to hygiene, I only network with rubber glove manufacturers.

People always say I have hands as large as the Roman Empire. I guess it just goes with the territory. Romance, it’s all in the gloves.

I make friends as easily as water freezes in an active volcano. Remember: handshakes feel more natural if you leave your rubber gloves at home. Unless you enjoy networking in public restrooms.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each other’s hands, and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

Don’t put the hat in hate and then wear it around with pride. Wear your love like socks for gloves, and let the world know you’re serious.

I wear gloves, because I don’t want to tease people with my naked body. I’ve got to leave something to the imagination.

Gloves make you so much more delicate.

I’ll convert a school desk into a tricycle, because how else am I supposed to learn to love? It’s not like baseball gloves are very effective oven mitts.

Leah: I want those gubs Mommy.Kate: They’re not ‘gubs’ they’re ‘gloves’Aaden and Leah try and say glovesLeah: Gloves!Kate: Good job!Aaden: Gubs!Kate: No

I had to hand it to him, leaving the empty glove lying on the bed was an apt metaphor for love. Two things I can say about my grandpa are that he is wise, and...

I talked yesterday about caring, I care about these moldy old riding gloves. I smile at them flying through the breeze beside me because they have been there for so many years and are so...

As an author, I like self-help, because clapping can be done by myself, for myself. I should buy gloves.

And her old Uncle William used to say a lady is known byher shoes and her gloves.

Don’t be a patron of disbelief; nobody fights and wins battles in the hand gloves of doubts.

Like most little girls, I found the lure of grown-up accessories astonishing – lipstick, perfume, hats and gloves. When I write female characters in my historical novels, getting these details right is vital.

Cats are meowable gloves you don’t wear, you pet to keep your hands warm. But I keep my hands warm the old-fashioned way—by applauding all the political rhetoric coming out of Washington DC.

The lost glove is happy.

My hand inside a glove is like a painting in a frame, and should be insured as such. The things my hand makes have immense value, so how much more valuable is the thing that...