Under The Palms Quotes

#1. She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called "his deep, black, velvety smile." Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert was standing under the palms just across the room talking to a girl who must be Christine Stuart

L.M. Montgomery

#2. Sadie, I can't intervene." He turned up his palms in frustration. "I told you when we first met, this isn't an actual physical body."
"Shame," I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing. Go on.

Rick Riordan

#3. If you live your life with palms up, you'll be happy only at Christmastime and your birthday, but if you live your life with palms down, you'll be happy 365 days a year.

Matthew Barnett

#4. I know you're worried," Logan said. "You think the second I sign a deal, I'll turn into some kind of man-slut." He put his hands over mine, pressing my palms against his chest. "You've always been the only one, and you always will be.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#5. I hate you." "Only because of the way I make you feel." My fingernails eat into my palms. "Only because you bring out the worst in me." "Oh no, luv. I bring out the life in you.

A.G. Howard

#6. Regret is an uneven hand,
a rough palm at the cheek - tender
and calloused.

Lorna Dee Cervantes

#7. Get your nuts in your palms and head forward, boys.

James S.A. Corey

#8. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: "O love! O love!" many times.

James Joyce

#9. In your palms, I've placed my life, my secrets. I give you freedom to leave me at any time. I'm not easy to love. No one ever has. All I ask is that you always keep your silence, if not for me, then for the families of the others you'd destroy. (Nykyrian)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#10. I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#11. Look, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; your walls are continually before Me. Isaiah 49:16

Beth Moore

#12. I want to fly from a window and pour through the air like a wind of love to raise his hair and slide into the palms of his hands.

Penelope Mortimer

#13. My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.

Walt Whitman

#14. The one-handed palmer can always reach higher, they say. They may be right, but the result is that nearly every line-out is like a tropical island - all waving palms.

Vivian Jenkins

#15. Only when they have outrun the all-too-eager shadows of the Canyon and they are back in the glare of the billboards on Sunset Boulevard, do they wipe their clammy palms, and wonder to themselves how it was that in such a harmless

Clive Barker

#16. Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed.

Lauren Oliver

#17. It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms were sweating profusely causing me to have to wipe them against my jeans under the table. Those last few seconds had felt like a lifetime in pause.

Jennifer L. Brown

#18. He quickly left the room, and when he shut the door behind him he leaned his back against it, tilted his head back, and put his palms to his eyes before bowing his head. " ... That was too close," he murmured under his breath..

Madison Thorne Grey

#19. I knew that in the second letter he misspelled the word existence, replacing the second e with an a; in the fourth he forgot to dot the i in believe. I slept with them not under my pillow but clutched in my hand, with the sweat from my dreams leaking from my palms and smudging the ink.

Leslye Walton

#20. It's about pressing palms, bro. Getting the funds under management. Money into the market. After that, the shit's on autopilot.

Michael Pitre

#21. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.

John Steinbeck

#22. It's by stooping that fingers create a fist, and by standing tall that they give us open palms.

Agona Apell

#23. Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.

Jeanette Winterson

#24. Since the Antarctic palms of the Eocene, some fifty million years ago.

Elizabeth Kolbert

#25. I've had my past lives read, my aura tuned, my chakras aligned, my spirit guides channeled, my palms interpreted, and my kundalini awakened.

Sera J. Beak

#26. In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine.

Andrea K. Robbins

#27. Sir, I am not a brave man ... The truth is, I am an utter craven coward. I have never been within the sound of gunshot or in sight of battle in my whole life that I wasn't so scared that I had sweat in the palms of my hands.

George S. Patton

#28. I'm supposed to spread my fingers as wide as they were with the rubber band, mash my palms hard into the floor, and pull myself down. When I do, I surprise even myself when my elbows straighten with barely any effort.

Christopher McDougall

#29. Hold tight the gift seeds in thy palms. Sow them all when the time is right. By God's wisdom they'll grow, not by thy might. And you shall reap them all before it's night! Live life so well!

Israelmore Ayivor

#30. 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

#31. You're killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her
shape - her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to
yank up her skirt. "But it's a damn fine way for a man to die.

Laura Lee Guhrke

#32. Opportunity never arrives, it only walks by. Chance never comes, it only knocks at the door. Never think the success will jump into your palms; you must work for it!

Israelmore Ayivor

#33. My eyes flickered back and forth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I felt the fluid suffuse my palms, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.

Wonderwall123

#34. Keep extending hand for friendship. Those alive will grip yours with theirs, while the morally dead will inflate; rubbing their own palms.

Aniruddha Sastikar

#35. He held out his hands, palms up like a pair of scales with his options weighed on either side.
He lifted one hand. "A world of adventure." He lifted the other. "You.

Tessa Dare

#36. You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You knew, but you didn't understand." He stepped close to David and put his palms on the boy's cold cheeks. "Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?

Stephen King

#37. The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.

Malcolm Forbes

#38. So when it came to a female of worth like Ehlena, he was always going to be on the far side of the glass, nose pressed up hard, palms spread with need, never getting close enough to tough. It was only fair to her.

J.R. Ward

#39. As a little girl she had liked looking at her palms against the light, the red peeking through her closed fingers. Once she had shown it to her father and he had kissed her fingertips, pretending to eat them.

Paolo Giordano

#40. Whoever gains the palm by merit, let him hold it.

Horatio Nelson

#41. The scholar may be sure that he writes the tougher truth for the calluses on his palms. They give firmness to the sentence. Indeed, the mind never makes a great and successful effort, without a corresponding energy of the body.

Henry David Thoreau

#42. He took my hands, holding them between us. "Please, just do this for me. Don't ask questions." he turned my hand over and kissed my palms. "Don't ask to be hurt. Don't fight. Just love me." His voice was soft enough to turn stone to putty, and all desire to defy him left me.

C.D. Reiss