Top 100 My Hand Quotes
#1. My hand was shaking as I accepted that perfect hand. I honestly felt that I had sold my soul the moment I felt his hand encircle mine. I was now utterly his; I felt it down to the very marrow of my bones.
Cristina Rayne
#2. I want trees that are three hundred feet tall, black bear that poke around my stuff, deer that eat out of my hand, and a view that almost brings me to my knees every morning. I want to work just hard enough to afford my life.
Robyn Carr
#3. Like a river flows surely to the sea/Darling so it goes/Some things are meant to be/Take my hand, take my whole life too/For I can't help falling in love with you.
Elvis Presley
#4. Eleanor laughs. Oh, I know that, silly. But it's easier not to let them realize it, because then they'd stop ignoring me, and they'd realize how much mischief I really get up to. Now, Lord Ackerly, I will have to ask you to stop stroking my hand, or my own shadow might replace your missing one.
Kiersten White
#5. I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.
Maggie Stiefvater
#6. There was never much question as to what I was going to do in life, because working with clay was what I could do ... there are things I watch my hand do that are almost thoughtless. I can remember the moment of learning them. It is knowledge you have in the hand.
Charles Simonds
#7. I pushed my hand into the open slot of the maker and closed my fingers around the sculpted handle of the energy-pistol. The newly minted weapon had the peculiar heft of something crammed with intricate machinery at abnormal densities.
Alastair Reynolds
#8. I'd walk through the flames of hell for you, Aubree. Burn for you." Lowering my hand to her stomach, I skimmed my fingertips across her tiny bump, where my future bloomed inside of her. "Both of you.
Keri Lake
#9. He didn't speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his - flesh of his flesh.
Diana Gabaldon
#11. I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at
him. "What was that?"
His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss."
"Why?"
"Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.
Elizabeth Morgan
#12. He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are my heart
I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?"
Jamie
Diana Gabaldon
#13. They would fade away-and I would be left alone to face the people at school,and the reporters,and Adriane,and all the places where Max had taken my hand or breathed in my ear or told me he loved me,and the emptiness that used to be Chris.
Robin Wasserman
#14. I suppressed the urge to raise my hand and let them film my middle finger.
Megan Crewe
#15. I learned the importance of the Bible and came to believe with all my heart in its full inspiration. It became a sword in my hand to break open the hearts of men, to direct them to the Lord Jesus Christ.
Billy Graham
#16. Oh relax." I waved my hand dismissively. "If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he's been a perfect gentleman.
Kiersten White
#17. Take my hand, my love. On sinews of air we tread Aught but distance our guide With no tempo to our gait No endpoint drawn Neither plot nor plan
C.D. Reiss
#18. I don't know where life will lead me, but I know where I've been. I can't say what life will show me, but I know what I've seen. Tried my hand at love and friendship, but all that is passed and gone. This little boy is moving on.
Jimmy Cliff
#19. I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
Miranda July
#20. Now I am going back
And I have ripped my hand
From your hand as I said I would
And I have made it this far ...
Anne Sexton
#21. I write by hand and then transfer the text onto the computer. I like the process of actually having a pen in my hand. Things flow more easily for me that way.
Philip Kerr
#22. And the sculptor woman was so clever in the way she did it. She had the beret just about to leave my hand. So it's attached to this finger and that's what will keep it there. And I'm looking up at it, so there's no question but that that beret is going to fly.
Mary Tyler Moore
#23. I opened the bag and ran my hand through his ashes. He's like an instant universe. Just add a little water, and we'd have a big bang right here.
Trebor Healey
#24. I've helped people get rid of headaches by placing my hand on their forehead, and backaches by placing my hand on their back. It's a powerful example of love that really works.
Shelley Long
#25. I had the loveliest pony when I was your age. I called him Zip. He ate apples straight out of my hand. I'm deathly allergic to horse hair, of course, and wept buckets of tears every time he was near, but it was worth it. I loved him so.
Meg Cabot
#26. I always thought New York City would be romantic, like a boyfriend who would kiss my hand and throw rocks at my window to get my attention.
Hannah Brencher
#27. Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.
Jodi Ellen Malpas
#28. Ladies don't shake hands," She said finally.
"I'm sorry," I said as I drew my hand back. "No one told me you were a lady.
Jana Deleon
#29. I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"
Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.
Kami Garcia
#30. Generally I draw every day just to keep my hand in. I draw while I'm sitting on the Tube or in restaurants. Just doodling things and people I see.
Peter Capaldi
#31. The day my father shook my hand, I knew I was a writer.
Gabrielle Zevin
#32. I knew that in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late again. I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
Sarah Dessen
#34. Ensign Harry Kim stepped out from behind his station at operations, took my hand in a formal and extremely gracious manner, and said, "I'm Garrett Wang, and this is where you will always find me. Unless, of course, I'm promoted.
Kate Mulgrew
#35. In the middle of the conversation, I open a third ale. I cup my hand over the mouthpiece so they don't hear the tab of the ale being popped. It dawns on me that this is a slightly contrary action. Like stopping into Baby Gap before having an abortion.
Augusten Burroughs
#36. Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.
Nicholas Sparks
#37. When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
R.L. LaFevers
#38. I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. So,
Death, what do we do now?
Abbi Glines
#39. He took my hand and held it against his chest, Feel that? It beats for you.
Karli Perrin
#40. I believe this is yours." I hand her the last dart in my hand. "And this is mine." I cup her face in my hands before she can think anything else, and I kiss her.
Angeline Kace
#41. I was in Vienna in August 1968 for a meeting of the International Federation of Multiple Sclerosis Societies, of which I was co-founder, and we wanted a 20th country to join. They asked for a volunteer to go to Prague to get Czechoslovakia to do it, and my hand always goes up first.
Shirley Temple
#42. By my hand only. By my cock and mouth only, unless I command otherwise.
Joey W. Hill
#43. "Two squeezes mean I love you."
His fingers snaked down my body, leaving chills in their wake. He grasped my hand and pumped it twice.
Cassie Mae
#44. It was only a little piece of knowledge but it felt as shiny and solid as a new twenty-cent piece in my hand to know i could find the thing that was wrong.
Karen Foxlee
#45. If you do not want me to break your wrist with one squeeze of my hand, you will do two things immediately, First you will remove your hand from my woman's purse. Second, you will remove your hand from my shirt. It's attached to the body that belongs to the owner of the purse.
Jen Frederick
#46. I'll admit that you felt fucking sweet as silk against my fingers when I had my hand between those pretty thighs.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#48. I have often been accused of putting my foot in my mouth, but I will never put my hand in your pockets
Spiro T. Agnew
#49. Jesus has been in my room. He has taken my hand and told me, No, Not now. I have other things for you to do.
Patsy Cline
#50. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Dizzy Gillespie
#51. Smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door
Rachel Caine
#52. I yearn for empty thoughts and silence in my head. For someone to sit down beside me, to hold my hand and take away the cold sting of loneliness that creeps under my skin like an English winter.
Malia Zaidi
#53. It happened in New York, April 10th, nineteen years ago. Even my hand balks at the date. I had to push to write it down, just to keep the pen moving on the paper. It used to be a perfectly ordinary day, but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.
Donna Tartt
#54. Won't you come with me she said, there's plenty of room in my iron bed. You're looking cold and tired and a little hmna. I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain.
Cowboy Junkies
#55. I covered my eyes with my hand. Please don't let it be what I think it is. "It isn't babysitting again, is it?" I asked in a squeaky voice. Oh dear, please don't let him hear what I'd said.
Millicent Ashby
#57. The second I open my car door I'm ready to kill her. "Fucking shit!" I slam my hand on the roof. There, on the back seat, is a guy, eyes wide open and staring lifelessly at the ceiling. His head is at an odd angle, and his jaw is hanging open. She snapped his neck. What is she? Jackie-Fucking-Chan?
L.P. Lovell
#58. Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?"
"Only once" said Hermione stung. "I got you loads more then you got me - "
"I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times - "
"Well if you're counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand -
J.K. Rowling
#59. The pen feels unnatural in my hand. It's so much weightier than pencil. Permanent. There are no erasers, in life. - Alexis Riggs
Cynthia Hand
#60. My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.
Dodie Smith
#61. I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me.
Junot Diaz
#63. And the one here in my hand isn't brown and shiny like the rest. It is flat and sleepy like the sand, which through my fingers I set rolling. Slowly, step by step, as if unwilling I let my feet wander on, ahead. (September 24, 1939) p. 7
Pearl Fichman
#64. I spent the next couple of hours either walking around with a gelato in my hand or on my knees in church asking to be forgiven for the sin of gluttony.
Mark Leslie
#65. Oh fuck, oh man, my hand has gone all gross and clammy. He's going to feel that. He's going to think I'm so gross. Please, please, please, I begged whatever was divine and listening, stop my hand from sweating. Please, please, please. And don't let me puke!
Kelli Jean
#66. For me,the greater part of writing is daydreaming, dreaming the dream of my story until it hatches out-the writing down of it I always find hard.But I love finishing it,then holding the book in my hand and sharing my dream with my readers.
Michael Morpurgo
#67. A teacher asked us if anybody knew the names of the continents. I was sooo excited. I was like, Damn it! It's my first day of 7th grade, I'm in junior high and I know this answer. So I raised my hand, I was the first one, and I said A-E-I-O-U!
Jessica Simpson
#68. I like your orange dog." Nadia taps her finger near the fox I'm trying to draw.
I lean against my hand to hide my smile. "Thanks.
Emery Lord
#69. Fear not. For fear itself is fed by fear, and all fears pass. Did no one tell you so? Come take my hand, my friend, and we will peer into this fear's abyss. And jump! And know.
Felix Dennis
#70. I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.
Sarah Dessen
#71. I am forced to get my living by the labour of my hand; and the sweat of my brow ... for bitter bread, earned under the frowns of some who have no natural or divine right to be above me, and entirely owe their grandeur and honor to grinding the faces of the poor ...
James Otis
#72. For, behold, the mystery of godliness, how great is it! For, behold, I am endless, and the punishment which is given from my hand is endless punishment, for Endless is my name. Wherefore - 11 Eternal punishment is God's punishment. 12 Endless punishment is God's punishment.
Joseph Smith Jr.
#74. Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Snow Patrol
#75. You have found a woman who is worthy of you, with courage and hope to spare, Matthaios.' 'I know,' Matthew said, taking my hand. 'Know this, too: you are equally worthy of her. Stop regretting your life. Start living it.
Deborah Harkness
#76. I love you. You are my life." He placed my hand over his heart. I could feel it beating erratically beneath my palm. "Feel that? It's yours. For now and always!
A Meredith Walters
#77. The only way to compose myself and collect my thoughts," he wrote in his diary,"is to set down at my table, place my diary before me, and take my pen into my hand.
David McCullough
#78. Because I wouldn't want to die alone," I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. "Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that.
That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie.
Sarah J. Maas
#79. I told her, "I got the chips if you got the dip."
She said when I dip, that I better be equipped
and keep my hand on her hips ...
Ludacris
#80. God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
Melina Marchetta
#81. I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said, 'There's nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself.' He said, 'Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that that would help.' So I sat with him a while then I asked him how he felt. He said, 'I think I'm cured.'
Conor Oberst
#82. If there be any Gods at all, of which I am not even certain, I cannot believe they would stoop to meddle in the affairs of men. Nor will I wait upon the Gods to do what I see clearly must be done - who's to say that the Goddess cannot work through my hand as well as another.
Marion Zimmer Bradley
#83. She held my hand with a touch so light that it felt like her fingers were blowing mine kisses.
Michelle Brafman
#84. I have an oval-shaped scar on the knuckle of my right index finger from crashing my hand through a light fixture while practicing Elvis Presley moves in college.
Peter Lerangis
#85. Hope is a pocket of possibility.
I'm holding it in my hand.
Tahereh Mafi
#86. You still may die in the Dregs."
Inej's dark eyes had glinted. "I may. But I'll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.
Leigh Bardugo
#87. It's as if I were collaborating with myself, revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.
Jim Hodges
#88. I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder.
Said he to me, "God forgive me. Her Name - I never knew her Name."
Which meant not a Jot to me - and yet my Heart was the Thing that broke.
M T Anderson
#89. Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry" I'd probably freaked him out
Richelle Mead
#90. Thomas reached out and took my hand, turned it palm up, and said, "I believe that's healing very nicely." Aunt Charlotte opened the door just as he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.
Caroline Stevermer
#91. It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
Lang Leav
#92. I shouldn't have hit him." She flexed her fingers. "My hand still hurts."
Chris smiled. "Oh, no, I loved that part.
Brigid Kemmerer
#93. We're so close we could touch. All it would take is for me to reach out my hand. But neither of us makes a move.
Beth Revis
#94. It's okay, Daddy," Lexie says, smiling as she reaches over and pats the back of my hand. "Don't be sad. I still like playing with you, too.
J.M. Darhower
#95. Are you going to shake my hand,or am I going to rip your heart out?
Robert Asprin
#97. Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.
Poppet
#98. I love you present tense," I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, "It's okay, Gus. It's okay. It is. It's okay, you hear me?" I had - and have - absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Okay," I said. "Okay.
John Green
#99. He leaned down and his breath feathered across her forehead, then down to her ear where he spoke in a coaxing voice. I can make you talk, baby. Is that what you want? If you need my hand between your legs, all you have to do is ask me.
Tessa Bailey
#100. I've been checking you out since we were freshmen."
"Why??"
"Do you even have to ask?" I laugh as a string of colorful handkerchiefs falls into my hand when I pull it from his pocket.
Cassie Mae
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