Quotes About Closed Hands

#1. To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

Victor Hugo

#2. The sight of her closed eyelids and parted lips was too much for his weak restraint, and he kissed her again. She put her hands on both sides of his face and started to kiss him back.

Melanie Dickerson

#3. I keep my eyes closed as tightly as I can, but in my mind, everyone in the square looks like my father and they all have his voice. I hate you all. I imagine my hands at their throats, choking, silencing them, one by one.

Marie Lu

#4. Musically, it's difficult to believe Jim has only two hands and one set of vocal cords. You would think that there were a dozen of him if you closed your eyes and listened. From a visual artist's standpoint, Jim is a man of a thousand faces, all spellbinding.

Jeff Mathews

#5. Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.

Marisa De Los Santos

#6. We know we cannot plant seeds with closed fists. To sow, we must open our hands.

Adolfo Perez Esquivel

#7. In 1975, the Americans suffered a spectacular military defeat at the hands of North Vietnam and the Vietcong, with U.S. helicopters seeking to rescue leading U.S. personnel from the tops of buildings as Vietnamese guerrillas closed in on the centre of Saigon.

Martin Jacques

#8. Life can't give to you if your hands are closed. Open your mind, open your heart, and open your arms.

Louise Hay

#9. Love is a time-honored way to transcend the separate-self sense and leap into the sublime; Treya and I held hands, closed our eyes, and jumped.

Ken Wilber

#10. We enter the world with fists closed and when we leave, our hands are open. He said I should make full use of the time given to me for my life

Debalina Haldar

#11. His hands touched the cool skin of her back, Abruptly they slipped inside her frock and closed about her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he kissed her until the room went dark before her eyes.

Winston Graham

#12. As I closed the door I caught a last glimpse of her through the round window, still sitting straight-backed and motionless with her hands folded in her lap: a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

Tana French

#13. The Forest of Dean. Here we lived in one of a row of small stone cottages with trees stretching over us like children doing ghost impressions with their hands, surrounded by closed coal mines slowly getting zipped back up into the earth.

Kate Hamer

#14. My legs are falling asleep," I blurted. It wasn't a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included.
"I could solve that." Patch's hands closed on my
hips.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#15. She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren't holding hands, it felt like we were.
Because what we had, we knew.

Kami Garcia

#16. He passed out in my arms. I don't know how long we stayed like that with my hands tangled in his knotted hair like I was trying to pray. I couldn't tell if I was sleeping; it was so dark, I thought my eyes were closed even when they were open.

Raziel Reid

#17. It is the first time I haven't fought the feeling, haven't tried to control it with closed eyes or a redirection of my mind. Instead I embrace it, flexing my hands around the shaking steering wheel, celebrating the release of dark energy as it spreads through my body.

Alessandra Torre

#18. I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

Barry Eisler

#19. You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth,
You have said my name as a prayer.
Here where trees are planted by water
I have watched your eyes, cleansed from regret,
And your lips, closed over all that love cannot say.

Louise Bogan

#20. I felt so full of gratitude and humility that I clasped my hands in front of me, closed my eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks to God ... I had at last achieved something I'd wanted for so long ... My insides bubbled with happiness. It was a dream come true.

Cathy Freeman

#21. We have no idea how busy God's hands are even when His mouth seems closed. Where God is concerned, silence never equals slumber.

Beth Moore

#22. I wanted his hands at my back and his lips speaking poems on mine and our journey to each other to be completed, the miles between us consumed and all distance closed.

Ally Condie

#23. Gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust into her, and her eyes closed, her head tilting to the side as he pumped in and out of her, wondering how a quickie in the back of a limo could be the hottest sex he'd had in a long time. It's her. It's always been her.

Codi Gary

#24. The portals are certainly closed, so the demons aren't giving any trouble. Lots of talk about hands of friendship, doves of peace, all that sort of crap ...

Herbie Brennan

#25. It was you that led me to the musical that's everything to me. You held my hands so that I can enter the world that I could only watch. When I fell, you helped me stand up. When the path was closed, you opened it up. You're that kind of person to me.

Cheon Eunbi

#26. I closed my eyes and lay flat With my back to the ocean And my face to the sky. I lifted my hands and caught ribbons of wind

Autumn Doughton

#27. I have seen youths bright eyed and fair groping after bubbles in rapture, and conceiving them diamonds and the glitter of fine jewels, until their hand closed over a something that was not to be felt nor longer seen, mere colored air.

Theodore Dreiser

#28. To pray with your fists closed means you're hanging onto something. Let it go. Open your hands to God.

Aiden Wilson Tozer

#29. 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

#30. Proportion thy charity to the strength of thine estate, lest God proportion thine estate to the weakness of thy charity. Let the lips of the poor be the trumpet of thy gift, lest in seeking applause, thou lose thy reward. Nothing is more pleasing to God than an open hand and a closed mouth.

Francis Quarles

#31. You can't shake hands with a closed fist.

Mahatma Gandhi

#32. She was his. Good or bad, twisted or wrong, she was his, and he closed the last few steps with a hungry groan, buried his bruised hands in her hair, and kissed her.

Kit Rocha

#33. He cupped my face in his hands and my eyes closed at his touch. My Ellie. My beautiful girl. I will burn for you. I will die for you.

Karina Halle

#34. Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses.

Lisa Kleypas

#35. Then he closed his eyes and put his hands together again before his face, finger to finger. Johnny was struck by the kid's lack of pretension. There was a simplicity about the gesture that had been honed by use into beauty.

Stephen King

#36. Each of us comes into life with fists closed, set for aggressiveness and acquisition. But when we abandon life our hands are open; there is nothing on earth that we need, nothing the soul can take with it.

Fulton J. Sheen

#37. With my eyes closed and my memories open, I could almost feel his hands and mouth on my skin.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#38. Outside, in the hallway, my mother stopped. She pressed both hands to her chest, closed her eyes, and said under her breath, 'It's so bitter.'
'What, Mama?'
'Old age.' [p. 187]

Siri Hustvedt

#39. She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.

Cassandra Clare

#40. They seal the subway change-booth guy up inside this thing with bullet-proof glass, closed in on all sides, it's like some kind of Houdini torture tank of doom. How do you breathe in there? It looks like if you put your hand over the change slot, you could suffocate him in thirty seconds.

Jerry Seinfeld

#41. Sometimes I draw with my left hand and I am pretty terrible. The drawings end up just looking like shakier/inconsistent (worse) versions of my right hand drawings. Sometimes I like drawing with my eyes closed.

Jason Polan

#42. Her hands closed over his cock, gripping tightly as he pressed her up against the copy machine.

Sibylla Matilde

#43. Her face was made of angular planes, the shape of her mouth clear-cut, a sensual mouth held closed with inflexible precision. She kept her hands in the coat pockets, her posture taut, as if she resented immobility ...

Ayn Rand

#44. It cannot be helped." Gorgoth's hands closed into massive fists. "It's in his dena." "His dinner?

Mark Lawrence

#45. The drawings that interest me most are made with closed eyes. With eyes closed, I feel my hand slide down on the paper. I have an image in mind, but the results always surprise me.

Willem De Kooning

#46. This was why I did what I
did," she whispered. "I looked at those men at the ball, and I thought of that night in the carriage when
you touched me, and I knew I could never let any of them touch me." She tilted her head back and
closed her eyes, pressing his hands to her breasts. "Only you.

Laura Lee Guhrke

#47. As Sharon types the letters, I stand hands in pockets looking through the gold lettering of our window. I think of Sharon and American Motors. It closed yesterday at 30 ¼.

Walker Percy

#48. When he closed his eyes, he felt how it might have happened: slowly, Laurent's mouth opening, Laurent's hands lifting hesitantly to touch his body. He would have been careful, so careful. Aimeric

C.S. Pacat

#49. I just want you to know that we didn't do anything but talk and sleep - sleep sleep," he quickly adds. "Like with eyes closed and hands to oneself and dreaming. Innocent dreams. I would never do anything behind your back. I mean, never anything dishonorable. I mean-

Stephanie Perkins

#50. What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.

Haruki Murakami

#51. If our hearts are closed, if our hearts are made of stone, the stones find their way into our hands and we are ready to throw them.

Pope Francis

#52. Picking up the pieces of a broken relationship is like gathering up shards of glass with bear hands and eyes closed.

Michael Faudet