Her Little Hands Quotes

#1. Her little hands pushed against my chest.
They were warm
If I got shot that night, I'd still remember that one thing. Her hands were warm.

Rachel Van Dyken

#2. Just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him ... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.

Lisa Kleypas

#3. Other men might dream of high honors or riches or deeds of valor sung by minstrels. I wanted to come to a small cot as light faded, to sit in a chair by a fire, my back aching from work, my hands rough with toil, and hold a little girl in my lap while a woman who loved me told me of her day.

Robin Hobb

#4. How pleasant,' Dona said, peeling her fruit; 'the rest of us can only run away from time to time, and however much we pretend to be free, we know it is only for a little while - our hands and our feet are tied.

Daphne Du Maurier

#5. I'm not most guys." I tugged her over so she was sitting in my lap. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" She dropped her hands to my shoulders. "I'm a little slow sometimes." I laughed, and she responded with a smile. "Good thing I don't like you for your brains.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#6. He suddenly felt dismayed at how little he had seen of her the last two years; he had so few opportunities to press her hands in his to stop them from trembling.

Milan Kundera

#7. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.

Willa Cather

#8. She smiled at him, and Val felt his heart trip on the next few beats. Good God, she was lovely. Just sitting here outside the Rooster, cradling her mug in her hands. A little dusty, a little tired, but in her warm, earthy dark-eyed way, she was beautiful.

Grace Burrowes

#9. As long as her hands can move a little bit and reach out to those who come to Her, Amma will continue giving darshan.

Mata Amritanandamayi

#10. Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Her brown eyes glittered with a devil-may-care recklessness that warmed me to my toes. If it would make her smile that way, I would dance all night.

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

#11. Love is essential for happiness, but the person who loves so deeply that his or her happiness is placed entirely in the hands of another, resembles the little lamb who crept into the den of the nice, gentle little wolf and begged to be permitted to lie down and go to sleep, or the canary

Napoleon Hill

#12. When they stepped out of the taxi and approached the hotel lobby, she mustered up the courage to take Nick's hand. He quickly let go, frowning at her. "I thought we were supposed to be married," she said, a little hurt. "We are. Five years, Elaine. No married couple holds hands after five years.

Mike Wells

#13. Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty."
"Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell-

Cassandra Clare

#14. Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

J.R. Ward

#15. Her husband sat silently while she talked, his hands fisted together, his half-smile set in concrete; he looked wisely down at the tablecloth. So this is marriage, I thought: this shared tedium, this twitchiness, and those little powdery runnels forming to the sides of the nose.

Margaret Atwood

#16. It's a GIRL.
It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I saw her I just thought: IT'S YOU. Of course it is.

Sophie Kinsella

#17. Her heart swelled with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold, and a feeling of disaster oppressed her.

Margaret Mitchell

#18. As a little girl, I got to meet Audrey Hepburn, who took my face in her hands and suddenly make me want to be an actress.

Stephanie Zimbalist

#19. Hatred of domestic work is a natural and admirable result of civilization ... The first thing a woman does when she gets a little money into her hands is to hire some other poor wretch to do her housework.

Rebecca West

#20. Penelope!" Lady Needham stood just inside the door to the dining room, stick straight, her hands clenched in little fists, confusing the footmen, frozen in uncertainty, wondering if dinner should be served or not. "Thomas proposed!" "Yes. I was present for that bit," Penelope said.

Sarah MacLean

#21. Get your filthy hands off me."
Jake arched an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the smile that rose in response to her throaty growl. "My hands are clean, sweetheart. Habit of the trade. Aren't you a nasty little ogre in the morning?

Mira Lyn Kelly

#22. That's Jenna. She's one of those girls who talk just as much with her hands as with her mouth, which means between the three of them you don't get a word in. But she's a little restricted by the thick steel cuffs around her wrists, so right now she is just wriggling her fingers. Vigorously.

John David Anderson

#23. Hold on, baby." He slid his hands under her ass before rising to his feet. Harper gave a little squeal as she held tight. "I'm going to make you come so hard you're going to want to name a day of the week after me.

Amy Andrews

#24. Cupping his face in her hands, she looked into eyes that had seen thousands of sunrises before she was even a glimmer in the scheme of the universe. "But you have an advantage," she whispered. "You're a little bit human now.

Nalini Singh

#25. She couldn't have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

Kiera Cass

#26. When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.

Joyce Kilmer

#27. Where have you been lately?" Christina says. She wiggles her eyebrows. "With Four? Doing a little . . . addition? Multiplication?" I cover my face with my hands. "That was the worst joke I've ever heard.

Veronica Roth

#28. As the High Priestess looked down upon the child, she was struck by her holy perfection. She was a tiny person in miniature, and her beautiful eyes, little hands, and long eyelashes were sublime.

Alan Kinross

#29. So you got Phoenix back," declared Karla, clapping her hands in delight. "That's lovely."
"I'm more on loan," I muttered.
"Yeah, my little library book.

Joss Stirling

#30. What has that little tramp got that we haven't?" asked the brunette archly. "We've got a whole lot more." The red head ran her hands suggestively down her womanly curves. "And there are three of us,

Phillip W. Simpson

#31. My love has placed her little hand With noble faith in mine, And vowed that wedlock's sacred band Our nature shall entwine. My love has sworn, with sealing kiss, With me to live
to die; I have at last my nameless bliss: As I love
loved am I!

Charlotte Bronte

#32. You never made me weak," he said, giving her a little shake. "You make me strong." His big hands smoothed up her arms. "Just knowing you're in this world makes me want to live in it, makes me want to fight.

Kristen Callihan

#33. Although watching her three children toddle to her, sleep-stained from their nap, rubbing their eyes while they make their way to Mama, little hands touching her knee or arm as if she were home base, as if they knew they were safe ... it hurts me sometimes to watch.

Gillian Flynn

#34. went into the kitchen, found the biggest butcher knife she could get her hands on and proceeded to plunge it into my little body not once, not twice, but eight times. The doctors said it was a miracle

Apryl Baker

#35. Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies ourselves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz ... but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.

Tiffany Reisz

#36. Cynthia came in quietly and set a cup of tea before him. He kissed her hand, inexpressibly grateful, and she went back into the kitchen. When we view the little things with thanksgiving, even they become big things.

Jan Karon

#37. Sabrina leaned in and pressed her lips to Puck's. There was a little static shock that startled her and she stepped back with her hands on her mouth.

Michael Buckley

#38. I cried for the little girl who lost her father but never had a mother. I cried for the girl who only wanted to be accepted, but was never enough. I cried for the girl who suffered unfathomable pain at the hands of hate. I cried for the girl who deserved to be loved but didn't know how.

Rebecca Donovan

#39. In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye. In their capable hands, though, surely they could keep her alive long enough for him to return. They had to.

Rose Wynters

#40. ... and found her standing behind me. She smiled a little awkwardly with her hands clasped behind her back. She was lovely as a flower, and totally unconscious of it. I was suddenly short of breath, and I forgot myself, my irritation, my hurt.

Patrick Rothfuss

#41. His hands are caressing her skin, hips, thighs, and ass. One slips between her legs, gently stroking, opening her a little for him, and then he lifts his head and she feels it. His mouth, right there. Blair's eyes fall shut. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. She

Andrea Simonne

#42. Standing this close to her, he could begin to see the difference. She was still looking down, still acting shy and quiet so that anyone more than three paces away would have no idea what she was saying. But there was a little more excitement in her hands. Her lips twitched, on the verge of smiling.

Courtney Milan

#43. I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water, and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, What! all this, and Christ too?

Charles Spurgeon

#44. I watched a little girl cover her face up and leave her hands in front of her mouth. I saw that girl after surgery, and she was smiling ... that's a great source of satisfaction.

Chuck Feeney

#45. I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans."
Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too."
"Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

Jill Shalvis

#46. While Molly and Joseph Anning suffered materially that winter, with many days of weak soup and weaker fires, Mary barely noticed how little she was eating or the chilblains on her hands and feet. She was suffering inside.

Tracy Chevalier

#47. This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

Emma Thompson

#48. But she wasn't a little girl, she was a beautiful woman, tall and lovely, with tresses of black hair that curved like cupped hands around her face.

Justin Cronin

#49. While not my personal favorite of the Disney princess films, 'The Little Mermaid' wins hands-down in my book for best Disney adaptation. Little girls waited for more than 150 years for Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Little Mermaid' to have a happy ending. Walt Disney finally gave it to her.

Alethea Kontis

#50. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.

Victor Hugo

#51. For a guy, nothing is sexier than a girl who craves his little guy and can't keep her hands off of it ... because this is exactly the way he feels about your ladyparts whether he's groping them like a savage or quietly watching TV next to you.

Roberto Hogue

#52. She was a scrap of a widow, ever so plucky, just back from China, with damp little hands, a husky voice, and defective tear-ducts that gave her eyes always rather a swimmy look. She had a prostrated way of looking up at you, and that fluffy, bird's-nesty hair that hairpins get lost in.

Elizabeth Bowen

#53. puts her little finger in my face. "I don't speak Behemoth, so I'll talk slow. You should learn some manners before the villagers chase you with fiery torches. You shouldn't go around putting your hands on people, no matter how hot you are.

Alexa Riley

#54. All she had to do was make the simplest of gestures - open her hands and let go her hold. She lifted one hand and moved the fingers of it; they responded, in surprise and obedience, and this obedience of a thousand little unsuspected muscles was in itself a miracle. Why ask for more?

Simone De Beauvoir

#55. As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she

Lewis Carroll