The hand check has always been a part of pro basketball.
You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.
The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.
Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light.There you go . . . That was easy!
I understand,” she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he’d become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.
t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while there may be just wars and unjust wars, there are never any cheap wars.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
…your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I’m always turning over…
Industry is fortune’s right hand, and frugality its left.
I like that I have kids still willing to hold my hand.
Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave…drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his smiling Sea Nymph plays. The lapping seas of emerald green stir the poet’s fantasy neath crystal skies aquamarine and cotton...
If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.
Before the operation on my left hand I wasn’t able to stretch my fingers open all the way. I’ve never had very big hands, but I could do the splits with them. Eventually I couldn’t any more. I had a twisted tendon in my little finger that prevented me from being able to stretch.
It is at the times when I feel that I have nothing that the gem lies in the palm of my hand.
My father never raised his hand to any one of his children, except in self-defense.
I’m the first to admit that the resolution of a hand feeling the belly doesn’t compare with the resolution of a CAT scan scanning the belly, but only my hand can say that it hurts at this spot and not at this spot. Only my hand can say that.
A kindness received should be returned with a freer hand.
Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life...