Top 100 Quotes About Hands And Fingers
#1. 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
#2. 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
#3. Realizing you've got shit on your fingers is the first step toward washing your hands.
James S.A. Corey
#4. 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
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. I am truly happy with what I've got. But if I could alter something, it would be my hands. I've never been satisfied with them - I would love longer fingers.
Carolina Herrera
#8. She'd never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you'd expect to see under lace cuffs, like Mozart or something.
Kelly Creagh
#10. 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
#11. What have I left,from loving you?
Just my voice,with no sudden echo
Just my fingers,which grasp nothing
Just my skin,which seeks your hands
And above all fear,of loving you still
Tomorrow,almost dead.
Charles Aznavour
Guillaume Musso
#12. The harder we try to catch hold of the moment, to seize a pleasant sensation ... , the more elusive it becomes ... It is like trying to clutch water in one's hands - the harder one grips, the faster it slips through one's fingers.
Alan Watts
#13. The Marquesan girls dance all over; not only do their feet dance, but their arms, hands, fingers, ay, their very eyes seem to dance in their heads.
Herman Melville
#14. Amadeus reached up with both hands, holding her face so that his fingers rested on the back of her neck.
Grey Liliy
#15. Would she flee if she knew the thoughts I kept in my mind? My hands went to her flat stomach. My fingers sank in the soft tan flesh around her waist. One day her belly would be full of my children and her mind would only be focused on me.
Kenya Wright
#16. Over a wide field of our economy it is still the better course to rely on the nineteenth century's "hidden hand" than to thrust clumsy bureaucratic fingers into its sensitive mechanism. In particular, we cannot afford to damage its mainspring, freedom of competitive enterprise.
John James Cowperthwaite
#17. Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.
Meg Rosoff
#18. I crossed my fingers. On both hands. Then my toes. I may have even crossed my eyes.
Marshall Thornton
#19. A good book laces invisible fingers into the shape of a winter armchair or a hammock in the sun. I'm not talking about comfort, necessarily, but support. A good writer might take you to strange and difficult places, but you're in the hands of someone you trust.
Brenda Walker
#20. When I'm having trouble I write by hand. There is some connection between the mind and the fingers that draws out words.
Sophy Burnham
#21. They washed their hands in one basin. Clare touched hers under the water. "Which are my fingers and which are yours?" he said, looking up. "They are very much mixed." "They are all yours," said she, very prettily,
Thomas Hardy
#22. No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.
Allison Pearson
#23. The light played across the planes of his strong hands and forearms, allowing her to note the minuscule shifting of muscles signaling his next move. His shapely fingers moved with practical ease, and he unclasped the belt. The kilt dropped.
Angela Quarles
#24. Yes, I am influenced by everbody. But every time I put my hands in my pockets I find someone else's fingers there.
Willem De Kooning
#25. Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.
Corrie Ten Boom
#26. When I was very young, I remember my mother telling me about a friend of hers in Germany, a pianist who played a symphony that wasn't permitted, and the Germans came up on stage and broke every finger on her hands. I grew up with stories of Nazis breaking the fingers of Jews.
Steven Spielberg
#27. He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.
Francesca Lia Block
#28. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.
Jeanette Winterson
#29. Noa Now, just like Noa Then, watched his careful fingers turn the crepes. His hands, both Then and Now, moved just the same; everything else, only, had changed.
Lauren Bird Horowitz
#30. You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers.
Eminem
#31. Onscreen, Foaly rubbed his eyelids with his index fingers.
Yeah, yeah. Here we go. Captain Short goes rogue once more. Hands up who's surprised. Anyone?
Eoin Colfer
#32. He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.
Veronica Roth
#33. Speech is the body part of thinking, the voice of the mind. Writing is the blood and mind mixing to speak through the fingers, through the hands.
Lenora Champagne
#34. It was the first time either of them had ever held another's hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined - as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.
Laini Taylor
#35. My hands are way too big to text. I'd need short hand for my hands. -Foot to Pad
Ray Palla
#36. It's a different thing to just be a voice. It's liberating, on one hand, because you get to show up in sweatpants and with Doritos on your fingers, but on the other hand, it's limiting because it's just your voice.
Adrian Pasdar
#37. She smiled, looking up at him, his lips interrupting her attempt to respond. He pulled back slightly, but Rylan stopped him. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him back in. Her fingers slid to his shoulders and she squeezed them tightly.
Courtney Giardina
#38. He looked terrified as he snaked his hand beneath her arm, entwining their fingers together. Their hands fit like a lock and key. It had been years since they had simply held hands, and she wished they had never stopped.
Marissa Meyer
#39. If you shake my hand, better count your fingers
Dave Mustaine
#40. Maybe one day you'll come to love me as much as I do you." She frowned and pushed up on his shoulders so they were facing each other. "I happen to adore you, vampire." Her hands laced around his neck, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "No, I'm absolutely certain I love you more.
Kresley Cole
#41. Because we are. Heather Jax. Me." I linked my hands and showed her my entwined fingers. "Like this. Tighter than your vagina ever was.
Tijan
#42. Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time.
Red Phoenix
#43. We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#44. When I come, I come for you.
Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt. And it'll be that way for you in
reverse. My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.
Gideon
Sylvia Day
#45. Bryn," I murmured, twisting around to see his sleeping face steeped in the brightness of the day. I stroked my fingers down his cheek and ran my hands through his silky mane of black hair. I must be dead, I mused, for certainly waking up in Bryn's arms is heaven.
D.T. Dyllin
#46. He plashed away, like paddles on water, toward the door, and every step he made returned to me gradually my feet, my hands, my fingers. My soul again spread equally throughout my body. I was able to breathe.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
#47. Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Alexander Pope
#48. He's not a bad guy really, except he's so crooked, you shake hands with him you better count your fingers afterwards.
Ian Fleming
#49. tongue across the head of his cock, then lick down his shaft slowly. He moves his hands to my head, tangling his fingers in the back of my hair, and I take his whole cock, hard and throbbing, into my mouth. I slide my lips down and then up, down and up, consuming him.
Eve Jagger
#50. I don't type fast. I type with three fingers - two on one hand, and I only get one going on the other. I think my thumb's in there, but I'm not sure. I may be no better than an orangutan when it comes to that.
Steve Earle
#51. All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.
Cornelia Funke
#53. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.
Robert Graves
#54. What was a kiss without a kiss?
It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.
Maggie Stiefvater
#55. He had big hands, strong hands. My entire hand had fit easily in his palm, his fingers easily closing around mine.
Jasinda Wilder
#56. What I want." I slid my hands over him until cloth folded between my fingers. "I don't even know what that is. It feels like too much, but I'll fall apart if I don't get it.
Jodi Meadows
#57. Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.
Jean Paul
#58. But he had heavy hands with thick muscular fingers and black fingernails and there was a look of power to him, a coiled tight set to the way he stood, balanced, ugly, slightly contemptuous, but watchful, trying to gauge Chamberlain's strength.
Shaara
#59. I was shaking when our lips parted and he leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers carding through my hair, my hands on his face.
"I won't let them," Rafael said. "I won't let anyone take you away. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you. I don't care how. I just will.
Rose Christo
#60. His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.
Sophie Jordan
#61. Instead he fanned the fire. When the blaze was all acrackle, he peeled off his stiff gloves to warm his hands, and sighed, wondering if ever a kiss had felt as good. The warmth spread through his fingers like melting butter.
George R R Martin
#62. Vialine counted the points off on her small fingers. "So quickness to strike, and cleverness, and aggression without conscience, honor or pity."
Thorn held up her empty hands. "They've got me everything I have.
Joe Abercrombie
#63. Books on the openings abound; nor are works on the end game wanting; but those on the middle game can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
Harry Golombek
#64. She put her hands to her face and rubbed, then dug her fingers into her scalp, trying to massage some life back into her tired brain.
Thea Harrison
#65. She's shaking like a shitting dog," Riley says.
I look up at her and her hands that hang awkwardly at her sides and see her fingers trembling. "Yeah," I agree, "she is."
"She'll be shaking like a shitting dog when I'm done wither her," he says...
Beckie Stevenson
#66. Mr. Ryker is fucking hot. Thick, bulging muscles worthy of a romance novel cover, long legs, big hands, a whole sleeve of floral tattoos. Yeah. Flowers. Fucking flowers on this man's massive bicep. He looks like he could crush a tree trunk with those long fingers.
C.M. Stunich
#67. This was what few people realize - it's hard work to beat somebody. I have known many an interrogator who has strained a back, pulled a muscle, torn a tendon or a ligament, even broken fingers, toes, hands, and feet, not to mention going hoarse.
Viet Thanh Nguyen
#68. Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Anonymous
#69. Just as God gave different fingers to the hand so has He given different ways to men.
Genghis Khan
#70. I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish.
Anna Kamienska
#71. You asked me earlier what it was like to come home," I say.
Haley nods. I lace our fingers together and raise them into the air. "I couldn't answer you because I didn't know, but now I do. This-" I rock out hands "-I finally found home.
Katie McGarry
#72. Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect -and I don't live to be- but before you start pointing fingers ... make sure you hands are clean!
Bob Marley
#73. Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!' Is it not so?
H. Rider Haggard
#74. A La Recherche du Temps Perdu is like a beautiful hand with long fingers reaching out to pluck a perfect fruit, without error,for the accurate eye knows well it is growing just there on the branch, while Ulysses is the fumbling of a horned hand in darkness after a doubted jewel.
Rebecca West
#75. You are either a pawn or a player. I am no one's tool. I am no one's pawn. I am a player. In the world of kill or be killed I'm a murderess. I will ripe out your throat with my bare hands and lick the blood from my fingers.-Lilith
Ashley Jeffery
#76. the happiness of every artist fits into my palm" says the homeless with no arms "when i had my hands i wrote beautiful pieces of poetry the poems were nesting under my nails i just had to snap with my fingers and rhymes were born" there
Zoltan Komor
#77. My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.
Barbara Hepworth
#78. It had been in their hands then; he was quite sure of it. But kids lose everything, kids have slippery fingers and holes in their pockets and they lose everything.
Stephen King
#79. Just because the only way you can maintain control over your bodily passions is to sit straight in your chair, knees together, hands delicately arranged in our lap, fingers tightly intertwined, does not mean that I am required to do the same.
Orson Scott Card
#80. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.
Shirley Jackson
#81. I spent four months in Prague in these blue rooms reacting to nothing and you basically place your faith in the hands of the director and the special effects co-coordinator and you keep your fingers crossed and hope that the creatures look really scary.
Edward Burns
#82. Water wrestles great opponents,
but has no hands,
and tramples great rivals,
but has no feet.
It slips through our fingers,
but can swallow entire towns.
Wind also slips through our fingers,
but can swallow entire cities.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#83. Read two newspapers a day. And not just online. Hold them in your hands. Get ink on your fingers.
John Callaway
#84. He took my hands. His callused fingers, strong and sturdy, were gentle as he lifted my bleeding hand to his mouth and kissed my palm. As if that were answer enough. His
Sarah J. Maas
#85. Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.
Clarice Lispector
#86. My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.
The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.
Katherine Applegate
#87. 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
#88. As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.
Anne Bishop
#89. When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.
Melina Marchetta
#90. I put my hands on his chest, splaying my fingers, feeling his heart beat under my palm. Funny how such a simple thing like a heartbeat could fascinate me now that I didn't have one. Or maybe it was just Zeke's heart that I was fascinated with.
Julie Kagawa
#91. Tom braced his hands on the cushion as Prophet took his pants down. His fingers dug into the fabric when Prophet's hands separated his ass cheeks and he tongued along his crack, speared his hole, ate him without mercy, leaving Tom to hump the couch. "If
S.E. Jakes
#92. Both of my hands wove into her hair again and clutched at the soft curls. No matter how I tightened my grip, the strands kept falling from my fingers, a shower of water from the sky.
Katie McGarry
#93. When you've been used to doing things, and they've been taken away from you, it's as if your hands had been cut off, and you felt the fingers as are of no use to you.
George Eliot
#94. Place your left hand, palm side up, in your right palm. Let all the muscles in your hands, fingers, arms, and legs relax. Let go of everything.
Thich Nhat Hanh
#95. Because my hands are rough and wrinkley, they are my least favourite feature. An ex-boyfriend used to call them 'Freddy Kreuger' fingers.
Tyra Banks
#96. Good-bye, I say to Grandfather, and to my father, and I hold the tube in the river and pause a moment. We hold the choices of our fathers and mothers in our hands and when we cling on or let them slip between our fingers, those choices become our own.
Ally Condie
#97. Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.
Fannie Hurst
#98. Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#99. We put boogers on our fingers, then shake your hand.
Biz Markie
#100. He was one of those guys that think they're being a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you. God I hate that stuff.
J.D. Salinger
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