Top 100 Quotes About Knuckles
#1. You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
Markus Zusak
#2. Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?" He lifted my bandaged hand. Underneath all the game, my knuckles throbbed from punching Jules. Patch kissed each finger, taking his time, keeping his eyes glued to mine.
"What good is a body if I can't have you?
Becca Fitzpatrick
#3. I broke two knuckles in my right hand when I gave Jean-Claude Van Damme an attitude adjustment. I got nothing except a medical bill.
Chuck Zito
#4. There are no pure styles of karate. Purity comes only when pure knuckles meet pure flesh, no matter who delivers or receives.
Ed Parker
#5. Actors really are superstitious. You can always spot a group of actors at a restaurant. They're the ones spitting on their knuckles and hurling salt everywhere.
Gregg Henry
#6. Miss Prendregast!" He rapped on his desk with his knuckles. "You were never in any danger!"
"Except from the wild animals."
His lids swept down as if he needed a reprieve from looking at her. "Alert me if you're attacked by a rabbit.
Christina Dodd
#7. Then Snowball (for it was Snowball who was best at writing) took a brush between the two knuckles of his trotter, painted out MANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its place painted ANIMAL FARM. This was to be the name of the farm from now onwards.
George Orwell
#8. A collapse in U.S. stock prices certainly would cause a lot of white knuckles on Wall Street.
Ben Bernanke
#9. I have worked with a lot of different great people. One of the things my partner, my manager Judy Weinstein, instilled in [David] Morales and myself is that the quality goes in before the name goes home.
Frankie Knuckles
#10. There is always a point in the party where I wouldn't say I have people in the palm of my hands, but when there is a point in the evening ... if you have been to any great party, you know when the whole room becomes one.
Frankie Knuckles
#11. This thing with us is the only real thing I've had in a long time. You're the only real thing." He raised our hands and kissed my knuckles. "And I'm done pretending I don't want you.
Rachel Hawkins
#12. His hands still held the windbreaker, his knuckles resting lightly on my breasts. An act of intimate possession more than of sexual aggression.
Janet Evanovich
#13. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and cracked his knuckles, the subterranean light of the television playing over his bony face; for a moment I almost felt sorry for him, and I was about to ask whether he'd taken heroin to replace the self-worth that society hadn't given him [ ... ]
Paul Murray
#14. I call wild niggas together like Cyrus,
And knock off more birds than the West Nile Virus.
Bumpy Knuckles
#15. I learned to trust women's ears when it comes to hearing music a lot more than other men.
Frankie Knuckles
#16. It was a nice face, a face you get to like. Pretty, but not so pretty that you would have to wear brass knuckles every time you took it out.
Raymond Chandler
#17. Tell ya mama to stop flirtin' boy, I'm not a good step-pop.
I interrupt your little session ... and wreck shop.
Bumpy Knuckles
#18. Ian did, with a blackened eye, skinned knuckles, and the terse report that Manfred had declared a set intention of going off and hanging himself, and good riddance to the fornicating son of a bitch, and might his rotten bowels gush forth like Judas Iscariot's, the traitorous, stinking wee turd.
Diana Gabaldon
#19. I love rings, but I can't wear them. I mean, look at my knuckles. My fingers and joints are so swollen from years of playing. That means no wedding band, either. Luckily, I have a very understanding wife.
Justin Tuck
#20. He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won't look at me and his next words are so, so soft.
Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.
Tahereh Mafi
#21. She greeted him with a smile, holding her hand out for him to kiss (...) Nevertheless he went to one knee and pressed his lips against her knuckles. Her flesh was warmer than he'd expected and he angered himself for enjoying the sensation.
Anthony Ryan
#22. What happened to the winner" Adina asked.
"She tripped."
"And the first runner-up?"
Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.
Libba Bray
#23. Good," Simon said. "If you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
"It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.
Cassandra Clare
#24. I think women's ears are a lot more sensitive. Men are going to follow whatever appeals to women.
Frankie Knuckles
#25. I sensed more than recognized the sound of those skeletal knuckles on the door. I was too young for it to be Death, so it had to be his mother.
Dan Skinner
#26. Locking the door behind Preacher, Knuckles turned to Debbie, a strained smile on his face. "You ain't got no gun, right Debbie darling?" He pointed to the words on his T-shirt - PEACE, LOVE, AND PUSSY. "'Cause, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Madeline Sheehan
#27. Frank took my hand and pressed it to his lips. Considering that my knuckles were bruised from punching him in the face, it should've come with the romantic gesture of the year award. Or a restraining order.
Nicole Castle
#28. He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles.
Colleen Hoover
#29. Thank you, my Lady," the major said, bowing over her gloved hand and kissing her knuckles. After Cinderella reclaimed her hand, she muttered, "Perhaps I have misjudged Friedrich's overly-physical ardor. Maybe all Erlauf men are the grabbing type." She
K.M. Shea
#30. She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist through the window just to touch him, feel his heat, the only thing that could protect her from a smothering death of dry roses.
Toni Morrison
#31. I hang my head over these knuckles, over these pale, veined wrists which I hardly recognize as mine, finding myself overcome by a new enemy, one I never expected: the chill of old age.
Uvi Poznansky
#32. The guy offered his left fist. Reacher bumped it with his right, behind DeLong's back. Not the first time his knuckles had touched a Sox fan, but by far the gentlest.
Lee Child
#33. Erin, I'd like to know you again. Can we do that? He brushed the back of his knuckles down her cheek.
Lauren Dane
#34. I think dancing is one of the best things anyone can do for themselves. And it doesn't cost anything.
Frankie Knuckles
#35. Tristan glanced my way and grinned. Lifting our hands, he brushed a feathery kiss across my skin. "What's got you so quiet, Spud?"
My knuckles tingled where his lips touched. "Oh, you."
His smile deepened. "Well, then carry on.
Angela McPherson
#36. You get hit over the knuckles enough, you don't stick them out anymore.
Christoph Waltz
#37. rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging
Diana Gabaldon
#38. I refused to be disrespected. So, at 16, of course, I was a gentleman about it, but I told them and it cost me my job.
Frankie Knuckles
#39. I am definitely in the right place doing the right thing. These are the rewards.
Frankie Knuckles
#40. She glides through the night. He punches into it, a boxing glove with razor blades for knuckles. When she passes, the world is a better place. He leaves bloody footprints in a graveyard of bones.
Karen Marie Moning
#41. This is Zach." I said as Daniel shook hands with him. "The youngest is Ryan. The obnoxious one is Brent."
"I respect that assessment." Brent said, and awkwardly bump knuckles with Daniel instead of a handshake.
Bree Despain
#42. Some big guys, they think struttin' the muscle will put your tail between your legs, but all they got is strut, they ain't got the guts to back up the brag
Dean Koontz
#43. But then a bubbling tenor voice said kindly, "Do not fear. It is a dream." The reassurance spread over him like a blanket. But he could not feel it with his hands, and the ambulance kept on moving. Needing the blanket, he clenched at the empty air until his knuckles were white with loneliness.
Stephen R. Donaldson
#45. I'm not biting my fingernails.
I'm biting my knuckles.
I finished the fingernails months ago.
Joseph L. Mankiewicz
#47. The faintest scraping-ticking arose as the knuckles of the hinge leafs turned against pivot pins in need of oil, and the door swung ever so slowly into the kitchen,
Dean Koontz
#48. She started to turn, but before she could step away, Tamani grabbed her hand. Without breaking eye contact, he raised her hand to his face and brushed his lips over her knuckles.
Aprilynne Pike
#49. Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty," he mumbled to himself, "now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.
Josh Strnad
#50. I crack my knuckles and my neck.Okay, first off when I win one, it's not going to be for you. It's going to be for that beautiful girl right there.
I point at Callie, then want to take it back,even though it's true.
Jessica Sorensen
#51. Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.
Dean Koontz
#52. Consider, O Lover, my throat
white as cigarette paper.
The crushed lavender of my knuckles.
My heart, a dulled needle threaded through
too many patterns.
Cecilia Llompart
#53. The only time "early bloomer" has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged.
Colson Whitehead
#54. A rocker rose like Poseidon and flexed his knuckles.
David Mitchell
#55. House Music isn't black or white.
It just is.
It feels good & it feels right.
Frankie Knuckles
#56. They're not doing much for themselves. I'm sure they'd rather slip away, relax their fingers and float, but they can't. They're not allowed. Effort is so painful; our knuckles are white, yet we keep clinging. The alternative is suicide- and we are too fearful for that.
Wesley Stace
#57. I stand in the presence
of the destroyed god:
a rubble of tendons,
knuckles and raw sinews.
Knowing that the work is mine
how can I love you?
Margaret Atwood
#58. They that will not be counseled, cannot be helped. If you do not hear reason she will rap you on the knuckles.
Gene Fowler
#59. Quentin had told Spike that inking 'percussion' across your
knuckles was kind of lame. It takes more than ten letters to make
a badass knuckle tattoo. That was the problem with drummers.
They didn't listen. But they always seemed to get laid anyway.
Ros Baxter
#60. I'm always getting injuries like bruised and bloody knuckles from catching a cymbal or the edge of a drum.
Tommy Lee
#61. Vintage fountain pens have provenance that makes a traditionalist go weak at the knuckles.
Fennel Hudson
#62. Dude, that was a knuckle buster brother.
Joe Teti
#63. That's not who you are," Blythe said.
"Who am I?"
"My little wolf." She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. "All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.
Leah Raeder
#64. When I'm gone I'll be remembered as the workin' man who put his point across with a right hand full of knuckles.
Johnny Cash
#65. You're not dead," I whispered, focusing on that truth. I pressed against him. "I'm not dead." "Stay that way." He swept his thumb along my knuckles. "You got it.
Lori M. Lee
#67. I promise to love you forever," Teague said when he put her back on the ground. He reached down and kissed her knuckles. Mina smiled and spoke softly, "Forever isn't long enough.
Chanda Hahn
#68. Holding my hands in his, David kissed my knuckles before he swore to me, I will love every day of the rest of my life.
Theresa M. Jones
#69. Gennie, let me tell you something." In an uncharacteristic gesture, he stroked his knuckles gently over her cheek. "I wouldn't be here right now if I could stay away from you.Is that enough for you?
Nora Roberts
#70. Sometimes, our fates are no longer ours to decide, and we can only grip our fists until our knuckles turn white and hang on for the rest of the ride.
Chris Jones
#71. From time immemorial, soups and broths have been the worldwide medium for utilizing what we call the kitchen byproducts or as the French call them, the 'dessertes de la table' (leftovers), or 'les parties interieures de la bete', such as head, tail, lights, liver, knuckles and feet.
Louis Pullig De Gouy
#72. Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you - but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like a cartographer learning a country by heart?
Jodi Picoult
#73. No troubles has come my way
touching wood. He rapped the counter sharply with his knuckles.
Agatha Christie
#74. I'm a lot more sensitive about music, I think, than most other guys in this particular side of the business. Most of them are beat crazy and beat heavy. I'm more melody. I'm more musical than most of the other ones.
Frankie Knuckles
#76. I love you, and I want to be
with you because you make my life better." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "You asked me once
what I see when I look into my future." He slid his palm down her shoulder and took her hand. "I see
you," he said and kissed her knuckles.
Rachel Gibson
#77. He bowed over her hand and kissed the knuckles. He'd never despised a glove more in his life.
Kristi Ann Hunter
#78. Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate.
"Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her.
Gregory Maguire
#79. Let's see, he had told me one night at our hotel's bar, I've been beaten to death with brass knuckles by Robert Mitchum, knifed in the back by Ernest Borgnine, shot in the head by Frank Sinatra, strangled by James Coburn,
Viet Thanh Nguyen
#80. Nik gripped his fork so tightly his knuckles turned white. His temper flared up like a beast inside him, clawing at the walls of its fleshy prison.
Quinn Anderson
#81. I believe you to be strictly honorable.'He thoughtfully emptied his cup. 'I wish I could add you were intelligent,' he went on, knocking on his head with his knuckles.
Robert Louis Stevenson
#82. You are, however, surprisingly light of touch."
"Pardon?"
"The way you're holding my hand. I always thought you'd be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist."
"That's very nice."
"Not really."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh. I see. Where are we?
G.A. Aiken
#83. A wet cigarette butt clung to my cheek like a mashed cockroach. I could smell whiskey and beer in my clothes and Gable's blood on my knuckles and I swore I could taste whiskey surging out of my stomach into my throat, like an old friend who has come back in a time of need.
James Lee Burke
#84. I need to know." He brushed his knuckles across my cheekbones as he stared deep into my eyes. "I need to know so I can try to reverse all the damage they've done.
Samantha Young
#86. Carrying that lumber the forty meters from the forest had left his knuckles blistered, his underarms sopping, but now a few hours of flames had lifted what had taken him months to design, weeks to carry, days to build, all but the nails and rivets, all but the hinges and bolts, all into the sky.
Anthony Marra
#87. She smashes her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks ...
(iViva la Gloria!)
Green Day
#88. The minute you think you're greater than the music, you're finished
Frankie Knuckles
#89. I ball my hand into a fist, swing back, and let my knuckles crack against his jaw. "Motherfucker," he moans, pushing me away as blood rushes from his mouth. He
Frankie Love
#90. I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw.
I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw.
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack.
I love beatin down niggas when they rhymes is wack!
Bumpy Knuckles
#91. Jamie felt a strong desire to go across and see what the open books were, to go to the shelves and run his knuckles gently over the leather and wood and buckrum of the bindings until a book should speak to him and come willingly into his hand.
Diana Gabaldon
#92. Don't tell me this hurts for you too. A killer cannot sue for the bruises on his knuckles or the blood on his shoes.
Beau Taplin
#93. You had an elaborate system that you thought would keep us out of bed: you sat on the other side of the room, you didn't let me crack your knuckles, you never stayed more than fifteen minutes. It never really worked, did it?
Junot Diaz
#94. Arobynn only smiled at her, taller by a head. And when he reached out, she allowed him to brush his knuckles down her cheek. The calluses on is fingers said enough about how often he practiced. I do not expect you to trust me; I do not expect you to love me.
Sarah J. Maas
#95. His knuckles brushed against her skin and lightning cracked through him, left him paralyzed, rooted to the earth. His heart should not be making that sound.
Leigh Bardugo
#96. Save it, Ike." Riley shoved the sleeves of her jacket up to her elbows and cracked her knuckles as if she was determining which of her fists to use on me first.
Phyllis Bourne
#97. My knuckles go white as my grip on the porcelain tightens. Now I know what Desmond cashed that one particular bead in for. Sobriety. Forget the supernatural bounty hunters that are after him; that fucker is mine. That
Laura Thalassa
#98. He reached for a tabletop and ran his hands over it, clutching the edge until his knuckles turned white.
He wanted to know that it was solid. Eddis knew that all the world would seem to him insubstantial, as if it might tear away and reveal something else infinitely larger and more terrifying.
Megan Whalen Turner
#99. I believe it also says that I am a friend to everyone and enemy to no one.
Frankie Knuckles
#100. I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.
Jon McGregor
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