Top 100 Little Fingers Quotes
#1. See, I believe that it is not true that different races and nations are alike. I'm profoundly convinced that that's a total lie. I think people are different. Sardinians, for example, have stubby little fingers. Bosnians have short necks.
Orson Welles
#2. Was the hope that pulled at her heart with dirty little fingers.
Rainbow Rowell
#3. We like to keep what's our own to keep, especially from little thieves with little fingers and big mouths.
R.A. Salvatore
#4. When the fair gold morning of April stirred Mary Hawley awake, she turned over to her husband and saw him, little fingers pulling a frog mouth at her.
John Steinbeck
#5. I get my fingers in all our pies. Before you know it, your little fingers including all your toes are in all the pies.
Imelda Marcos
#6. To make this sign, the first and little fingers are upraised and the other fingers folded in towards the palm. This was a secret sign used for recognition purposes by followers of the medieval witch cult who were traditionally worshippers of the pagan Horned God.
Paul Rhys Mountfort
#7. Charlee has my arm. She has my arm - my arm that's rigid from pleasure, from her touch - in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she's right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.
Rebecca Berto
#8. A lot of blues guitarists play with only three fingers, and they can't figure out certain runs that require the use of their little fingers. Classical training is good for that.
Ritchie Blackmore
#9. Certain peer pressures encourage little fingers to learn how to hold a football instead of a crayon. I confess to having yielded to these pressures.
Chris Van Allsburg
#10. Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!
Jennifer Lynch
#11. You've got my come drying between your thighs right fucking now. And bruises in the shape of my fingers on your body. You. Are. Mine. And there's nothing you can say or do to change that. Don't fucking test me, my bella, because I'm running out of patience.
Jessica Prince
#12. With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive...
"Going so soon?" he asked.
"The company isn't to my liking.
Avery Flynn
#13. I'm not supposed to be playing, the music is supposed to be playing me. I'm just supposed to be standing there with the horn, moving my fingers. The music is supposed to be coming through me; that's when it's really happening.
Sonny Rollins
#14. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers, then shook his head. "I wouldn't have let you get away. I was angry and I acted foolishly, but I would have gotten you back. Whatever it took, I would have gotten you back. You're my answer, Zoe. You're my salvation.
Elliot Mabeuse
#15. And then," Darren continues dizzily, "when we've come, I'll keep you open with my fingers, keep you loose, and when I'm ready, I'll take you again.
Dominique Frost
#16. The fingers and toes and beating hearts that we can see on an unborn child's ultrasound come with something that we cannot see: a soul
George W. Bush
#17. It was a mistake to not tell you how I felt. It's haunted me since the day I came home and found you gone. You'll never know how sorry I am for letting you slip through my fingers. But it won't happen again because I'm never letting you go. Ever
Georgia Cates
#18. And please note," he went on, "that when I gave you that priceless piece of information, my fingers were crossed.
Kurt Vonnegut
#19. I lick my fingers because I don't like when my hands get slick. Licking my fingers helps me keep a good grip on the ball.
Steve Nash
#21. Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on.
"Never stop touching me that way," Maya rasped.
Sara Humphreys
#22. I try to fill the emptiness deep inside me with Cheetos, but I am still depressed. Only now my fingers are stained orange. I am blue. And I am orange.
Karen Salmansohn
#23. Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.
Russell Page
#24. I have always thought it bad manners to let one's fingers stay too long in another man's snuffbox.
Anna Freeman
#25. Loved her?! I never even touched her," he said.
"That's the problem with men, Jack," she said, "you think that love has to start in the fingers.
Kevin Alyn Elders
#26. You want my advice? Put down your phone. Hug her from behind and kiss the back of her neck. Entwine your fingers with hers ... . You're welcome.
Steve Maraboli
#27. Adam's hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him and eliminating the space between them. His kiss deepened as his tongue moved against hers.
Andrea Johnson Beck
#28. Don't use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.
Jimi Hendrix
#29. Death is a thief, the grandest perpetrator of larceny of all. It robs the potential of all the things left undone and reimburses the living with bits of memories that, with each day, pass through the fingers like a handful of sand.
Ron Perlman
#30. Thank you," I said and then abruptly leaned across the counter and with two forked fingers poked him sharply in the eyes. Actually, I didn't do that. I just imagined it. But imagining it made me feel better. I
Bill Bryson
#31. And then I return to find your dumb ass hanging out in the street by the car, practically saying Take me! I'm all yours! he said in a feminine voice, wiggling his fingers.
Dannika Dark
#32. There are two parts to learning craftsmanship: knowledge and work. You must gain the knowledge of principles, patterns, practices, and heuristics that a craftsman knows, and you must also grind that knowledge into your fingers, eyes, and gut by working hard and
practicing.
Robert C. Martin
#33. Great writers are not those who tell us we shouldn't play with fire, but those who make our fingers burn.
Stephen Vizinczey
#34. Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.
John Steinbeck
#35. The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.
Michele Bardsley
#36. Love is like an unfathomable idea. An idea that is slightly above euphoria, yet a fingers width from heaven.
Shannan Jacoby
#37. How many of these rescue missions have you conducted anyway?" "More than I can count," sniffed the general. "I see," said Rex. "How many fingers am I holding up?
Robert Kroese
#38. If you want to be a rock star, you're not going to just walk on stage. You gotta go practice in the garage until your fingers bleed. I always say that - the same with writing and the same with filmmaking - if it's really your passion, you've just got to stick with it and do it.
Robert Rodriguez
#39. I'll retire when they pry my cold, dead fingers off of my Bible.
R.C. Sproul
#40. My fingers are not as fast as my brain - which isn't that much to type home about anyway.
Frank Lane
#41. [Happily broken] arms unlocked. Eyes wide open.
Eager. Torn apart. Heart explosive.
Fingers composing [Happily broken].
Come in, come in. I am ready. I am open.
Happy to be open [Happily broken].
Coco J. Ginger
#42. In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine.
Andrea K. Robbins
#43. One by one they dissapeared Pumpkin last of all.
The last May saw of himwas his sad face under his waving tuft of hair and then his long fingers,reaching out toward her for a hug that would never happen now as they turned around the bend.
Jodi Lynn Anderson
#44. Let us not doubt, brother. Let us not pry into the holy mysteries of the hen-coop with simian fingers.
Ernest Hemingway,
#45. Mister Vance, what a fine pleasure. Welcome to my home. Please, keep those quick fingers of yours to yourself though, sir." As
Pippa DaCosta
#46. There was a much smaller room on the other side. It was merely the size of, say, a cathedral. And it was lined floor to ceiling with more hourglasses that Susan could just see dimly in the light from the big room. She stepped inside and snapped her fingers.
Terry Pratchett
#47. As soon as my fingers graze her skin, chills rush down her arms. She tightens her arms over her chest and rubs the chills away. I can't help but grin, knowing it was my hand on her skin that did that to her. Best. Feeling. Ever.
Colleen Hoover
#48. There was a piece of paper crumpled in the tight fist of the man. Porter opened the
fingers carefully and extracted the paper. On it, in a shaky script, were the words: Tell
them I killed the kid.
Sarah Margolis Pearce
#49. I ran my fingers over the black ink. "They're holy to you."
Alex flexed his fingers. "They are now.
Laura Bickle
#50. The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.
Margaret Atwood
#51. You can have my credit card, baby, but keep your red hot fingers off of my heart, lady.
George Michael
#52. He rolled the other way and watched the digital display of his alarm ticking seconds off he'd never get back. This is the life we're given. One life. One opportunity to be happy, to make others happy, and I'm letting it slip through my fingers because I'm afraid.
Barbara Elsborg
#53. Yeah, about that," says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. "Don't try something like that again." "Or what?" I ask. "Or ... or ... " He can't think of anything good. "Just give me a minute.
Suzanne Collins
#54. Her fingers gripped my back. I knew that there would be marks, but I didn't care. She could leave her mark. I wanted her to. No one else would ever touch me again. No one else would ever touch her. I wanted to mark her for myself.
Jenni Moen
#55. She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.
He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.
Laura Kreitzer
#57. I intend to do the Penn & Teller show until they pry my cheesy magic wand from my cold dead fingers.
Penn Jillette
#58. Women are like fingers and toes because they're easy to count on.
Bo Burnham
#59. Over and over again, we lift God out of our reach. Over and over, push Him beyond our grasp, yet still we stretch out our fingers and seek to touch Him.
But find nothing.
Cherie Priest
#60. Then, before Rhun charges, I leap from him, running toward the dead. His steps beat after me, and I hold out my hand. Our fingers link. The dead slather gleefully and lick their lips. It is the third night of Samhain, and we run together.
Tessa Gratton
#61. About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
Virginia Woolf
#62. The story unfolded quickly as I typed, in a way I was becoming familiar with. There was something about putting the truth on paper, bringing facts into the light of day where everyone could look at them, that made my fingers move faster -- it was becoming one of my favorite sensations on earth.
Gwenda Bond
#63. Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.
Marian Anderson
#64. I'm supposed to spread my fingers as wide as they were with the rubber band, mash my palms hard into the floor, and pull myself down. When I do, I surprise even myself when my elbows straighten with barely any effort.
Christopher McDougall
#66. It's true," I admit. I put two fingers up to my throat to feel my pulse. "I've never trusted anybody to catch me.
Kim Wright
#67. She got to her feet and tucked her fingers into her armpits to warm them, glaring at Briar and Parahan as she walked over to the mules. It wasn't fair that men didn't have to twist themselves into knots to pee!
Tamora Pierce
#68. I said, "Is there!" I told him there is a Mafia school where they teach them math - if Johnny has ten fingers and they cut off two, how many does he have left?
Joan Rivers
#69. Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.
Lauren Oliver
#70. It was love, after all,
that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,
crippled their fingers,
snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.
Hate would merely have smashed them.
Margaret Atwood
#71. I'm your fucking mate. This?" I cupped her pussy as I slid my fingers out of her, making her moan and shiver from the pressure of my palm against her swollen and sensitive clit. "This is mine now.
Ellis Leigh
#72. Realizing you've got shit on your fingers is the first step toward washing your hands.
James S.A. Corey
#73. Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
George Eliot
#74. What an awful place to live in England is, ... If it isn't snowing or raining or blowing it's misty. And if the sun does shine it's so cold that you can't feel your fingers or toes.
Agatha Christie
#75. When she had gone, Thorne let out a low whistle. "I know, I know. She seems a little" - crossing his eyes, he swirled both fingers around his ears - "but it's really part of her charm, once you get to know her.
Marissa Meyer
#76. I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.
Diana Gabaldon
#77. Sure I do," countered Lila cheerfully. "There's Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London," she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. "See? I'm a fast learner.
V.E Schwab
#79. I have an independent record label called Favored Nations on which I released an album by an artist called Johnny A, who plays an arch top Gibson through a Marshall, but the tone is all in his fingers.
Steve Vai
#80. I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.
Wanda Lea Brayton
#81. Angel?" he whispered in the dark. "Yes?" "What does it feel like to love someone?" A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. "It feels like this." "That's what I thought." -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark
Erin McCarthy
#82. He slipped off my shoes and began massaging the soles of my feet with his skilled hands. If it's one thing a guitarist knows, it's how to use his fingers.
Dannika Dark
#83. She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.
Melina Marchetta
#84. Bankers, nepotists, contracts and talkies: on four fingers one may count the leeches which have sucked a young and vigorous industry into paresis.
Dalton Trumbo
#85. If you play the guitar, you've got to hold the chords down with one hand while you play with the other, so you're limited to one hand. But the piano is the king of instruments because you have your 10 fingers, which become the 10 members of the orchestra.
Jools Holland
#86. Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from the small of Sheila's back to the nape of her neck.
Sheila turns her head, "Go slowly and be careful," she says.
Anita Shreve
#87. He leaned closer and his lips found hers, pressing her into the soft pillows. She gasped and dug her fingers into his shirt, afraid he would pull away before she could memorize this moment. But he didn't pull away, and Cress gradually dared to kiss him back.
Marissa Meyer
#88. I cannot outline. I do not know what the next thing is going to happen in the book until it comes out of my fingers.
Patricia Reilly Giff
#89. I decide I'm not dead because I can hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car. I'm alive because I'm listening to the rain, and the rain becomes the hand of God strumming his fingers on the roof, deciding what to do.
Lisa Genova
#90. I don't want to have that one year too much, where people actually, behind my back, start smiling at me and pointing fingers at me and go, 'Ah, look, that's Jensie. No, he's not good anymore.'
Jens Voigt
#91. Cal curled his fingers around mine and raised my left hand to the brownish flower. There was a callus on his thumb that should have been irritating against my skin.
Rachel Hawkins
#92. Yet is it not the heart but the members of play that elevate us above the beasts: the fingers with which we touch the clavichord or the flute, the tongue with which we jest and lie and seduce. Lacking members of play, what is there left for beasts to do when they are bored but sleep?
J.M. Coetzee
#93. I have to absorb the new season like sunlight, letting it turn my winter skin pink and then brown. I must stuff myself with lore and statistics until my fingers ooze balm.
W.P. Kinsella
#94. Audrey, I need you to say it." "Say what?" she asks slowly. "Say what's written all over your face. Say what's on your fingers every time you touch me. Say what's in your eyes every morning that we wake up together. Say what your body feels every time I'm inside of you. Please ... just say it.
Kimberly Lauren
#95. You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
Janet Fitch
#96. If you mean do I use the guitar when I'm sitting at home writing stuff, then basically no, never. All I would ever write would be stuff that my fingers easily fall into.
Fred Frith
#97. Ah, hissed Neeve, plump but strangely elegant as she sat beside Blue on the wall. Blue was struck again, as she had been struck the first time she'd met Neeve, by her oddly lovely hands. Chubby wrists led to soft, child-like palms and slender fingers with oval nails.
Maggie Stiefvater
#98. You don't want to be a one-trick pony. On a lot of Smiths songs, I used a pick or a plectrum, and for some of the slow songs, I used my thumbs and my fingers. That's why I love the bass - it's adaptable, and you can express yourself so well with it.
Andy Rourke
#99. Her skin is soft and delicate, like granules of sand that I would thread between my fingers. However my fear in that like the sand, she'll slip through my fingers and all I'll have of her is this single moment.
M.L. Steinbrunn
#100. The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
Erin Morgenstern
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