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. 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
#10. 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
#11. 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
#12. 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
#13. 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
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. 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
#17. What happened to the winner" Adina asked.
"She tripped."
"And the first runner-up?"
Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.
Libba Bray
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. 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
#22. He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles.
Colleen Hoover
#23. 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
#24. 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
#25. 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
#26. 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
#27. Erin, I'd like to know you again. Can we do that? He brushed the back of his knuckles down her cheek.
Lauren Dane
#28. 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
#29. You get hit over the knuckles enough, you don't stick them out anymore.
Christoph Waltz
#30. rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging
Diana Gabaldon
#31. 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
#32. 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
#33. 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
#35. I'm not biting my fingernails.
I'm biting my knuckles.
I finished the fingernails months ago.
Joseph L. Mankiewicz
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. 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
#41. 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
#42. 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
#43. A rocker rose like Poseidon and flexed his knuckles.
David Mitchell
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. They that will not be counseled, cannot be helped. If you do not hear reason she will rap you on the knuckles.
Gene Fowler
#47. 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
#48. I'm always getting injuries like bruised and bloody knuckles from catching a cymbal or the edge of a drum.
Tommy Lee
#49. Vintage fountain pens have provenance that makes a traditionalist go weak at the knuckles.
Fennel Hudson
#50. 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
#51. 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
#52. 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
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. 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
#57. 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
#58. 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
#59. 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
#60. No troubles has come my way
touching wood. He rapped the counter sharply with his knuckles.
Agatha Christie
#62. 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
#63. He bowed over her hand and kissed the knuckles. He'd never despised a glove more in his life.
Kristi Ann Hunter
#64. 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
#65. 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
#66. 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
#67. 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
#68. 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
#69. 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
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. 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
#74. 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
#75. 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
#76. 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
#77. 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
#78. 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
#79. 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
#80. 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
#81. 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
#82. 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
#83. Thoughts that should be unthought before interacting with the public. Thoughts like [low guttural growl] or [knuckles crack, fists clench, teeth tighten, eyes stop letting in any new information, and water runs down a rigid face].
Joseph Fink
#84. Writing this book I am like a man playing the piano with lead balls attached to his knuckles.
Gustave Flaubert
#85. Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.
Veronica Roth
#86. Farmers aren't rich. They have land but no money." Actually, my father didn't even have that much land. He had once stood on the porch and flung his arms out and said, "Someday kids, all this will be yours." But his knuckles hit the porch supports. Even the porch wasn't that big.
Lorrie Moore
#87. You'll be fine. You didn't even break anything. You messed up your knuckles and your brain freaked out a little and basically you just fell asleep for three days. I don't call that an injury," he says. "I call that a god- damn vacation.
Tahereh Mafi
#88. The desperate resilience,the annoyed flamboyance;his personable passivity and his phobic aggressiveness; all trapped in the clever wrinkles of his fingers, the hard unsociable cast of his knuckles, the safe hopelessness of the pads.
Brandon Shire
#89. Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.
Carl Sandburg
#90. The honest truth is that it was just traumatizing with the piano, with the authority of the piano teacher, getting rapped across the knuckles, and so whenever you put a piece of music in front of me, there's a Pavlovian reaction where it starts off.
Hans Zimmer
#91. I rapped my knuckles on Malina's door. The percussive sound seemed to offend the hallway's sense of decorum, and the quiet chastised me as it dropped into my ears like cotton balls.
Kevin Hearne
#92. Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
A.E. Housman
#93. He brought her fingers to his mouth, kissed her knuckles, and made a show of inspecting her hand, as if he'd never seen it before.
Kristin Cashore
#94. She stared at me. "I'm sure there's more to it than that, Ms. Moon." I was fairly certain that if she had a ruler, she would have rapped my knuckles with it. "Why
J.R. Rain
#95. Tucker met his eyes and set her hand in his. "I've never met a gypsy before."
"I'm honoured to be your first." He kissed her knuckles coyly.
Emory Sharplin
#96. Public employee unions are hardly the only group involved in bare-knuckles politics. Businesses lobby fiercely, and executives make hefty campaign donations.
Charles Duhigg
#97. He sat looking down at his hands
his fine strong unscarred hands. Suddenly and unreasonably he thought of another pair of hands
his mother's
with the knuckles enlarged, the skin broken
expressive
her life written on them. Scars. She had them.
Edna Ferber
#98. Some things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.
Toby Barlow
#99. Keep this and perhaps remember me."
Kieran's hands tightened on the arrowhead, his knuckles whitening. "The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.
Cassandra Clare
#100. Can do." He bumps my fist with his and winks. "Happy diplomacy, kids." He keeps his fist out for Mustang. "You too horsey. We're in this shit together, eh?" She happily bumps his knuckles with her own. "Bloodydamn right.
Pierce Brown
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