Top 100 In His Hands Quotes
#1. I'm not strong enough for this," he whispered in her ear - like he didn't want anyone to hear that coming out of his mouth. Ever. Running her hands up his powerful back, she held him just as hard. "But I am.
J.R. Ward
#2. He held her face in his hands and his gaze warmed her sadness. "I don't care how you got here. I'm just happy you were born." He rubbed noses with hers. "Real happy.
Selena Robins
#3. Quite an impressive file you've amassed, Sophia." Clasping his hands, he added, "If Hecate offered classes in complete mayhem, I have no doubt you'd be valedictorian."
Nice to see where I got my snarkiness.
Rachel Hawkins
#4. A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world.
Johann Gottfried Herder
#6. Issa knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his. Until the end of time, I will love you. You are the moon in my endless night. I have never abandoned this world, even when I desperately wanted to, and I will never leave you, either.
Lisa Kessler
#7. Did the Almighty, holding in his right hand truth, and in his left hand search after truth, deign to proffer me the one I might prefer, in all humility, but without hesitation, I should request search after truth.
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
#8. No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one- I mean a downright bumpkin dandy- a fellow that, in the dog-days of summer, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of tanning his hands.
Herman Melville
#9. His father had a dream: to keep his hands forever clean. Joey wasn't clear whether his father had ever understood that it takes a lot of digging in the dirt to do that.
William H Gass
#10. In my position, the right witchdoctor
Might have caught you in flight with his bare hands,
Tossed you, cooling, one hand to the other,
Godless, happy, quieted.
I managed
A wisp of your hair, your ring, your watch, your nightgown.
Ted Hughes
#11. God's sovereignty is not in His right hand; God's sovereignty is not in His intellect; God's sovereignty is in His love.
Henry Ward Beecher
#12. McCain fought in Vietnam - I think that he has enough civilian blood on his hands.
Vladimir Putin
#13. Then, like a scene in a comedy - their lips but a breath away from touching - the door to the library burst open and Sam charged into the room like a bull, a map in his hands and Jasper hot on his heels.
Bloody hell, they had brilliant timing.
Kady Cross
#14. Our possessions are a trust from God. What we clutch tightly, we lose. What we place in His hands, we will possess.
Phil Callaway
#15. Any man can work when every stroke of his hands brings down the fruit rattling from the tree ... but to labor in season and out of season, under every discouragement ... that requires a heroism which is transcendent.
Henry Ward Beecher
#16. Did you ever hear him in Lohengrin?' demanded Pardoe, taking the ends of his own moustache with both hands, as if about to tear it off and reveal himself in a new identity.
Anthony Powell
#17. "You're my hero," we both say at the same time. I don't hear Kent move, but all of a sudden his voice is closer, and he's found my hands in the dark, and he's cupping them in his.
Lauren Oliver
#18. I clutched at my chest with both hands in a pathetic attempt to ease the discomfort. Or maybe I was just trying to prevent myself from bleeding out from the wounds his words had caused because any good doctor knew they needed pressure to stanch the flow
Max Monroe
#19. My interest in his new toy, the Theremin, isn't very big. It simply does not fit into my way of playing music. I do not want to fiddle around with my hands in the air.
Klaus Schulze
#20. Filled with hope, Ico looked into Yorda's eyes. He felt like was looking into an hourglass, trying to pick through the grains of sand for some truth buried there long ago. He hadn't found anything yet, but the warmth of Yorda's hands in his told him that he was getting close.
Miyuki Miyabe
#21. Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma.
Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.
Aldous Huxley
#22. Rhizan gathered in writhing clumps at his hands and feet,
Steven Erikson
#23. There is a power in public opinion in this country - and I thank God for it: for it is the most honest and best of all powers - which will not tolerate an incompetent or unworthy man to hold in his weak or wicked hands the lives and fortunes of his fellow-citizens.
Martin Van Buren
#24. Our healing is in His hands".
~R. Alan Woods [2012]
R. Alan Woods
#25. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?" I said. "How about Tristan and I make you and Jax a romantic dinner? And you bake him a cake for dessert. We'll warm him up with a gourmet meal, but once he tastes your cake, he'll be putty in your hands.
Kristie Cook
#26. And in an instant I was pinned beneath him, which was not an entirely unpleasant experience once I realized it was Ranger. We were groin to groin, chest to chest, with his hands locked around my wrists. A moment passed while we did nothing but breathe.
Janet Evanovich
#27. He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.
Alaska Gold
#28. Will," she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. "Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.
Cassandra Clare
#29. The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape.
George R R Martin
#30. Every good laboratory consists of first rate men working in great harmony to insure the progress of science; but down at the end of the hall is an unsociable, wrong-headed fellow working on unprofitable lines, and in his hands lies the hope of discovery.
Ernest Rutherford
#31. Nick came right up into Becca's space and, without a word, buried his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth. It was the kind of kiss that could change a woman's life.
Laura Kaye
#32. Caine usually woke from the recurring dream mid-air, having yet to be dashed upon the rocks, whimpering and panting like a child crying for his mother. Now he lifted his eyes to a dark, empty room in Jizan and the unusual, lingering scent of roses, and wept in his hands for his Father.
V.S. Carnes
#33. He recognized that she and he could hold hands and kiss in most places and that landlords wouldn't think twice about renting to them. But queer spoke to all the other spaces and moments his body and heart didn't fit into.
Vivek Shraya
#34. When a man dies he clutches in his hands only that which he has given away during his lifetime.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
#35. Funds are low again, hallelujah! That means God trusts us and is willing to leave His reputation in our hands.
Charles Studd
#36. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even. Somebody--I
Oscar Wilde
#37. Maybe it was possible to relinquish control. He could do this, with Bengt he could. Give himself up and fly. He closed his eyes, let himself be pulled in by the touch. Bengt's arms. Bengt's hands on his thighs, arms, chest. Lips and tongue on neck and shoulders, the need for more. 'Don't stop.
G.B. Gordon
#38. When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine.
Richelle Mead
#39. Her arms crept around his neck and she sunk her hand into the wavy hair at his nape. He was stealing her senses. She needed to stop this ... in just a minute. He was such a good kisser, just the right amount of pressure and passion. She sighed again and moved her hands to his shoulders pushing back.
Tamara Hoffa
#40. That," he continued, gesturing with his pen at her. "In your hands. You have something for me. Bring it here.
Stylo Fantome
#41. Do what?she asked, leaning forward, imagining what he had in mind that they might do and would it include her hands on his dragon.
Ophelia London
#42. Car," Frank said, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me in the direction of the parking lot. "I'll be there in five minutes."
"This is going to take *five minutes*?" Collins grumbled as he bent down to pick up a cup.
Morgan Matson
#43. His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds of Eve were in this radiant creature. The lullabyes of half a million years throbbed in her throat. Had they no sense of wonder, no reverence, no pride?
Mervyn Peake
#44. Sofiowka was found the next morning, swinging by the neck from the wooden bridge. His severed hands were hanging from strings tied to his feet, and across his chest was written, in Brod's red lipstick, ANIMAL
Jonathan Safran Foer
#45. what am i to you he asks
i put my hands in his lap
and whisper you
are every hope
i've ever had
in human form
Rupi Kaur
#46. He wanted to be all-powerful in Scarlet's eyes. He wanted to be well able to provide for her. Hell, he might just buy her a palace of her own. Actually, no. He'd build the bitch with his bare hands. "Amazing.
Gena Showalter
#47. Vuillard balances too far on the side of fantasy ... the people in his pictures are not properly defined. As he's an admirable draughtsman it must be that he just doesn't want to give them mouths and hands and feet.
Paul Signac
#48. Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
George Herbert
#49. In the dank utility room deep in the subbasements of my personality, a little man wiped his hands on his overalls and pulled the switch: More.
Colson Whitehead
#50. To turn his head and look at her would have been inconceivable folly. With hands locked together, invisible among the press of bodies, they stared steadily in front of them, and instead of the eyes of the girl, the eyes of the aged prisoner gazed mournfully at Winston out of nests of hair.
George Orwell
#51. He saw time turn back upon itself, a river flowing upward to the spring. He held the contemporaneity of two moments in his left and right hands; as he moved them apart he smiled to see the moments separate like dividing soap bubbles.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#52. Bellamy brought his hands behind his head and tilted his face towards the sun, exhaling as the warmth seeped into his skin. It was almost as nice as being in bed with a girl. Maybe even better, because the sun would never ask him what he was thinking.
Kass Morgan
#53. He looked down with pleasure-hazed eyes, at her face so tenderly confined in the bracket of his hands, and he whispered in Romany, I am yours.
Lisa Kleypas
#54. Noah doesn't hold hands often. In fact, it was one of the few rules I understood, and it's not lost on me how special this moment is. It's like the roses. Noah's showing me his love.
Katie McGarry
#55. We're in His hands." Abby muttered the words she and Phil had said before they left for Iceland. "May God protect us all. He always does." Her breath caught, and she turned to face the horizon with a brimming heart. "He always has.
C.R. Hedgcock
#57. I sit down in front of Baz now, on the coffee table
which I carried up by myself. He hands me his cup, and I take a sip. "What is this?"
"Pumpkin mocha breve. I created it myself.
Rainbow Rowell
#58. The Lord hereby would make us the more acknowledge His hand, and to see that our help is always in Him
Mary Rowlandson
#59. God is the ruler of history. His times are well chosen The Roman Empire was an instrument in his hand. And so are the nations of the modern world.
John Gresham Machen
#60. When Jett puts my face in his hands and tells me, 'Mommy you're so pretty' or smells me, it's so wonderful.
Jill Scott
#61. Let God operate in thee; Hand the work over to Him and do not disquiet thyself as to whether or no He is working with nature or above nature, for His are both nature and grace.
Meister Eckhart
#62. Christ's miracles were vivid manifestations to the senses that He is the Saviour of the body
and now as then the issues of life and death are in His hands
that our daily existence is a perpetual miracle. The extraordinary was simply a manifestation of God's power in the ordinary.
Frederick William Robertson
#63. I dare you to ask him," Frank said. The other boys were listening. Almanzo put his hands in his pockets and said: "I'd just as lief ask him if I wanted to." "Yah, you're scared!" Frank jeered. "Double dare! Double dare!
Laura Ingalls Wilder
#64. The dark swallowed him, but his dragging footsteps could be heard a long time after he had gone, footsteps along the road; and a car came by on the highway, and its lights showed the ragged man shuffling along the road, his head hanging down and his hands in the black coat pockets.
John Steinbeck
#65. God, he suddenly understood, was love in its purest form, and in these last months with his children, he had felt His touch as surely as he had heard the music spilling from Ronnie's hands.
Nicholas Sparks
#66. The day of death ... is one of the five mysteries, the key of which God holds in his own hands.
Edouard Rene De Laboulaye
#67. ... he strove to leave his life in the hands of God, and to forget himself.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#68. You never learn the first time. You always have to get hit twice before you see it coming. He was seeing now what he'd seen that first night at Pure. A bright shiny light he wanted to catch in his hands and hold forever. If she let him.
Rachel Gibson
#69. I pulled back and stared up into his eyes. "You're gettin' very deep on me."
Alec's hands gripped my behind. "I'll be getting very deep in you if you keep looking at me like that
L.A. Casey
#70. The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.
John F. Kennedy
#71. He cups my face
with both hands
leans in,
eyes lingering a
sweet second
before his lips
are there on mine,
teasing,
playing,
tasting,
kissing.
When he pulls away,
I'm breathless.
He nuzzles my ear.
"Now that's thrilling."
You got that right.
Lisa Schroeder
#72. There are plenty of violent people, but for any randomly selected person today the chances of meeting a violent death at the hands of his or her fellow humans is lower now than it has ever been in human history.
Peter Singer
#73. I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer.
Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan.
"I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#74. One who lives for himself chases after the wind;
at the end he will have nothing in his hands.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#75. His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.
N.R. Walker
#76. 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
#77. In a shadowy place something white flew up. It was a heron, and it went away over the dark treetops. William Wallace followed it with his eyes and Brucie clapped his hands, but Virgil gave a sigh, as if he knew that when you go looking for what is lost, everything is a sign.
("The Wide Net")
Eudora Welty
#78. I decapitated with my blessed right hand the head of American Jew, Daniel Pearl, in the city of Karachi, Pakistan. For those who would like to confirm, there are pictures of me on the Internet holding his head.
Khalid Sheikh Mohammed
#79. A self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
#80. Then he noticed her boys. They were standing side by side at the edge of the driveway, their plastic guns still in their hands and their faces pale and forlorn beneath the toy helmets, his own Tony, God bless him, with a comforting arm around each.
Alice McDermott
#81. You almost died."
"But you brought me back."
She cupped his face in her hands. "I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.
Nalini Singh
#82. Paris rubbed his forehead against his, running his hands through Roan's hair, and said, 'How about we come back here
and exchange notes once we're done with the interviews? Take a long lunch.'
'Only exchange notes?'
'No one said we can't exchange notes in bed.
Andrea Speed
#83. Jesus is not only the Son of God, but He is God Himself. Having all power in His hands, He laid down His life for people who deserved God's justice, not His mercy.
Monica Johnson
#84. A garden is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coat-skirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg , and his whole body to irresistible destruction.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#85. Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?"
"Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.
Sara Humphreys
#86. In uniting yourself to God's will, you take on new life and gather great courage, willingly embracing the cross and kissing His hand even when it chastises you, a hand that reaches out to you in love and has no other intention but your greater spiritual well-being.
Paul Of The Cross
#88. Milton stood among his staff, shaking hands, memorising names. He already knew them in a way - he understood this breed backward and had foreseeen how his speech would be received. Journalists were as touchy as Cabernet performers and as stubborn as factory machinists. He couldn't help smiling.
Tom Rachman
#89. He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.
Tammara Webber
#90. His hands framed her face again, his amber eyes alive with love, with tenderness. "I want to make a vow to you. I'll love you with everything in me. I'll bring you as much happiness as I can give you. But I cannot allow your death, not at my hands. You're more important than I am.
Christine Feehan
#91. I do not ask that you place hands upon the tyrant to topple him over, but simply that you support him no longer; then you will behold him, like a great Colossus whose pedestal has been pulled away, fall of his own weight and break in pieces.
Etienne De La Boetie
#92. When all was said, his fate, however ugly it might prove to be, was in his own hands; he was its master.
Victor Hugo
#93. One time when I was visiting The Vatican I got the Pope really drunk, and then while he was sleeping I put his hand in the holy water.
Greg Benson
#94. At this, Gansey rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his chest. He wore a salmon polo shirt, which, in Blue's opinion, was far more hellish than anything they'd discussed to this point.
Maggie Stiefvater
#95. An artist must have his measuring tools not in the hand, but in the eye.
Michelangelo
#96. This is me trying, Perry," he said softly, the anger being drained of his face. "This is me taking my heart out of my chest and putting the bloody mess in your hands. I can't give you much more than that.
Karina Halle
#97. To cut off the sinner from all reliance upon himself, his merits and his powers; and throw him, naked and helpless, into the hands of the Holy Spirit to lead him to Christ in faith; should be the one great aim of the ministry.
Ichabod Spencer
#98. I found the purpose of my existence, and also the purpose of my circumstance. There's a purpose for why you're in the fire. If God can use a man without arms and legs to be His hands and feet, then He will certainly use any willing heart!
Nick Vujicic
#99. It," I said fiercely. I grabbed his face in my hands and waited until he opened his eyes. "You and me. That's the only thing that matters. The only thing you're allowed to think about now. Do you hear me?
Stephenie Meyer
#100. brace covered his neck. Dark, fingerless gloves covered his hands to allow a better grip on his shotgun. An aluminum baseball bat was slung across his back, Samurai-style, in a crude scabbard next to a large backpack He
Keith C. Blackmore
