Top 100 Wrist Quotes

#1. O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed.

W. H. Auden

#2. Why in the hell is she still taking off my clothes? Oh, my God! Maggie wants to rape me! I slap at her hand and she grips my wrist. "Sydney!" She laughs. "You're covered in puke. I'm trying to help you.

Colleen Hoover

#3. Kogo, the goshawk, fluttered on his wrist and settled herself, watching him. Toranaga smiled at her. I did not choose to be what I am. It is my karma.

James Clavell

#4. Putting people in a room and strapping wires to their wrist to find out if I make them tingle when I'm telling them about Beirut is a long way from Edward R. Murrow.

Linda Ellerbee

#5. You know ... confessing to avoid prosecution is a time-honored strategy.
I don't want to be honored with time. Honor me with "slap-on-the-wrist," or maybe even "scot free.

Howard Tayler

#6. I may as well shackle my wrist to a bolt of lightning as attach myself to a mortal.

Jessica Khoury

#7. I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#8. I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd never have told him otherwise. "I mean, staying with Li, I never felt like I belonged. That's all."
Sam touched my wrist, making me shiver. "You always have a home with me.

Jodi Meadows

#9. Don't be afraid," he says with a half smile. "You're with me." His hand tightens around my wrist, tugging me down again playfully. And this time, I feel safe enough to take a deep breath of my own and do as he says.

Marie Lu

#10. I was able to first snap the radius and then within another few minutes snap the ulna at the wrist and from there, I had the knife out and applied the tourniquet and went to task. It was a process that took about an hour.

Aron Ralston

#11. And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT

Nicki Minaj

#12. Occupation: Writer
Occupational Hazard: Carpel tunnel
Solution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping
Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows

Christy Hall

#13. I've always wanted to have a suitcase handcuffed to my wrist. That's not a full joke there! It's filler.

Mitch Hedberg

#14. I always wear my black watch on my left wrist so I know I'm on stage on time.

Conor Maynard

#15. On an afternoon like this, I would usually take my bike. My wrist brace, though, makes it impossible to steer, and the last thing I need is irreparable damage to an already non-functioning extremity.

Katie Klein

#16. The whole thing made me a little wrist-slitty.

Tammy Blackwell

#17. You're still wearing it."
He couldn't help but say it. Laurent's wrist was heavy with gold, like the colour of his hair in the firelight.
"So are you."
"Tell me why."
"You know why," said Laurent.

C.S. Pacat

#18. I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him.
'What's this?'
'A needle.'
'What should I do with it?'
He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.'
- Kate & Saiman

Ilona Andrews

#19. I have a couple of long, funky necklaces I enjoy, some chunky rings, a few big bracelets to cover my wrist tattoo when I'm speaking at First (fill-in-the-denomination) Church, USA.

Jen Hatmaker

#20. She knew the way of things. She knew if
you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole
world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards.
Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard
beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and
wine. . . .

Patrick Rothfuss

#21. I tend not to wear accessories. I'm not one of those gals with a drawerful of amazing jewelry. I don't even have my ears pierced! But I have one bracelet that never comes off my wrist.

Rachael Taylor

#22. Your scars are beautiful. It means you survived. It means you're here with me." He kissed my wrist, light as a feather - and changed everything about us. "It's my favorite part of you,

Ilsa Madden-Mills

#23. The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Frances Hardinge

#24. Where does the hand become the wrist?
where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed
and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that
razor's edge
between something and nothing, between
one and the other.

Simon Armitage

#25. When I'm writing a novel, which is what I like to write, I get up early, sit zazen, make a pot of green tea. I wear wrist cuffs to keep my wrists warm and minimize irritation from extended contact with the surface of my desk. I sit down and write.

Ruth Ozeki

#26. How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make, As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse, Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us neck and wrist, Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine ere free we stan

John Boyle O'Reilly

#27. Before my fingers curl around the handle of the blind, Seth whips across, grabbing my wrist. I gasp as he pulls my hand away from it.
"Settle down, daredevil." He chuckles. "You might want to conquer your fears, but I'm fine hiding from mine.

Skyla Madi

#28. But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

Sylvia Plath

#29. It doesn't matter to me. I'm just worried. It's the first time I've see Teach like that. He said he had two regrets ... Once, 20 years ago. And once when you hurt your wrist. He said he didn't ever want to regret again. I wonder what that means.

Kim Su-mi

#30. Drink." she whispered, drawing nearer. "Drink." she held the soft, tender flesh of the wrist towards me. "No. I know what to do; haven't I done it in the past?" I said to her.

Anne Rice

#31. A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King's wrist
when it hears the drum beating "Return."
A Sufi, shimmering with light,
wants to dance like a sunbeam
when darkness surrounds him.

Rumi

#32. Even Adam Smith's "invisible hand" occasionally needs a slap on the wrist.

Bill Mech

#33. Whatever the right hand findeth to do, the left hand carries a watch on its wrist to show how long it takes to do it.

Ralph W. Sockman

#34. Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.

Michael Ondaatje

#35. She touches her wrist where her watch used to be, her fingers lost without time to hold on to.

Jenny Hubbard

#36. You should be dead," he said, his voice full of wonder. "How is it that you're still alive?"
Jaw clenched, I worked at his grip on me, trying to get my fingers between him and my wrist. "I work hard at it.

Kim Harrison

#37. Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.

Lisa Scottoline

#38. A network neutrality rule could result in mere 'slaps on the wrist' or involve such expensive and difficult litigation procedures that no small company or consumer could ever bring a case.

Marvin Ammori

#39. He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ...
He had discovered the Time and Death and God.

Aldous Huxley

#40. Maybe wrist corsages cut off circulation to the brain? I mean, is that why so many girls do stupid things on prom night? I was really going to have to investigate this further, I decided

Ally Carter

#41. Son of a - Rora?" Blake slid out of the crater he'd just made in the wall. "Crap. What are you doing here?" He saw my wrist. "Handcuffs? I definitely want that story.

A&E Kirk

#42. When you're competing, you have to wear a sleeve that goes all the way down to your wrist. When you're training, you usually don't wear long-sleeved leotards, so there's a difference between training and competing.

McKayla Maroney

#43. Lynx stood and raced to the camp. "Attend to our injured!" She unsheathed a machete and made for Hare's killer.
Heron grabbed her wrist. "Wait. He's still conscious."
"Then he will feel my machete," she replied, voice like ice.

Gwynn White

#44. Five swoops down, flames extinguished. Instead of going in for another strike, Five catches Nine by the wrist in midair. He lowers him gently to the ground. In response, Nine punches him right in the face. Because of course he does.

Pittacus Lore

#45. The right wrist, because I'm right-handed - so that must be the one that's done most wrong. Although, now that I think, my sins have mostly been ambidextrous.

A. L. Kennedy

#46. Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?

Cassandra Clare

#47. One funny thing is, though, I wear my watch on my right hand and I'm actually right-handed. People always wonder why - I don't know myself, I've just always done it that way and I like it the way a good watch fits on my right wrist.

Luke Evans

#48. I have never seen a bad television program, because I refuse to. God gave me a mind, and a wrist that turns things off.

Jack Paar

#49. When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there's light pollution and fog, and I couldn't see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.

Gisele Bundchen

#50. Let me go, Jace," she says quietly. "I don't know how," I whisper, and then release her wrist.

Kathryn Perez

#51. He caught her wrist and pulled her until she was straddling him. His hand smoothed down the outside of her right thigh. Thank you for wearing a skirt tonight. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Cherrie Lynn

#52. Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.

Robin Hobb

#53. You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction - no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and eradicate a boy's disgust.

Jonathan Franzen

#54. When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn't join it back together so great.

Jessica De Gouw

#55. The moment he'd wrapped his fingers around her wrist, she'd toed the edge of a cliff. The second his fangs had pierced her flesh she'd toppled over. Flying. Lost to sensation. Spellbound by the male who devoured her.

Jessica Lee

#56. It is a total mystery how we evolved minds capable of piloting cars through wild maneuvers using a wrist to steep while shouting at a cell phone. The creationists are fools for focusing on animal evolution. Darwin explains nature! He has more difficulty explaining us.

David Brin

#57. My fashion was not the best in the '80s. I looked crazy as hell. I used to wear my pants tucked into my socks and karate handkerchiefs around my wrist. It was ridiculous, how I used to dress in the '80s.

Deon Cole

#58. You don't need the mirror to see what you have on your wrist
Meaning: the truth is visible and clear.

Ikechukwu Joseph

#59. Soft fingers grip my wrist and forearm. My eyes shoot to hers, but she's too busy fussing over the noncut to notice how her caress is turning me inside out. In a good way. In a strange way. In a way I haven't felt since ... Beth.

Katie McGarry

#60. She was so wound up that she reacted before she thought twice about it and stabbed him. "Damnit" he said between clenched teeth. His fingers tightyened around her wrist. "Stop doing that.

Donna Grant

#61. You," she said. She grabbed my wrist and pressed two fingers onto me as if taking my pulse and I stopped breathing. "I know you. I remember you from my youth. You contain multitudes. There is a crush of experience coursing by you. And you want to take every experience on the pulse.

Stephanie Danler

#62. Please describe the feeling of love.
Someone holding you by the wrist.

Catherine Lacey

#63. I reach out to hit him, but he catches my wrist.
"Calm me down ... who do you think you are?"
He pulls me close, until our chests are touching again. "I'm your guy, that's who.

Elle Casey

#64. Take a bucket, fill it with water, Put your hand in - clear up to the wrist. Now pull it out; the hole that remains Is a measure of how much you'll be missed ... . The moral of this quaint example: To do just the best that you can, Be proud of yourself, but remember, There is no Indispensible Man!24

David Brooks

#65. She licked her lips and then wiped them on her hand, her dark lipstick staining her wrist like a suicide.

Daniel Handler

#66. I tug at the ends of her sweater near her wrist, and her fingers twist up in defense. Nope. Not having it. First chance I get, I'm throwing every long-sleeved item in the trash and burning it with a single match and a gallon of gas.

Katie McGarry

#67. Forest Gump had it wrong. Life is not a box of chocolate; it's a kaleidoscope. In the flip of a wrist, realities are shredded and the world takes on a totally new shape.

Carolyn Haines

#68. I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

David Levithan

#69. The ribbon on my wrist says: Do not open before Christmas.

Fall Out Boy

#70. Reading the features you would get the impression that this year's crop of rods will allow you to cast from here to eternity, with a rod so light you need to tie it to your wrist to stop it blowing away.

Tony Bishop

#71. I really want to hit him," she said.
"Bloodthirsty," he murmured, taking her hand, running his thumb over the pulse racing at her wrist. "I like it.

Jill Shalvis

#72. He wanted to know her with such familiarity that he could curve his fingers around a wrist, an ankle, a knee and recognize her from a hundred, a thousand other women

Karen Ranney

#73. The warmth of his mouth bloomed across my hand, and his nails skimmed across the inside of my wrist. Such great sensation from so little a touch ...

Saundra Mitchell

#74. Every man needs a good, solid watch. My favorite watch is the Presidential Rolex. I own many watches, but this one is usually the one on my wrist. I buy mine in the Diamond District in New York City. Classic.

French Montana

#75. Maxon looked down at my wrist. "Do you..." He looked up at me, seeming to rethink his question. "Do you want to dance?"
I nodded. "But I'm awful."
"We'll go slow.

Kiera Cass

#76. Why do want to find him so bad?' I ask after a while, but she's not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. 'Why do you want to find him so bad?' I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. 'I just do.' - Ed Skye

Cath Crowley

#77. After walking off the field feeling nauseous knowing my wrist was broke and hearing Philly fans yelling 'You deserve it,' and, 'That's what you get,' I am motivated to get back quickly and see to it personally those people never walk down Broad Street in celebration again,

Jayson Werth

#78. Vlad twisted his wrist, pinching his fingers together, spinning the bronze coin on the table. When it fell, he picked it up and did it again, counting. Thirty-two times it had fallen Slayer Society up. Twenty-two times it was down.

Heather Brewer

#79. Vhalla gave the tiniest of smiles when her eyes fell on Fritz, and he risked breaking his wrist with his frantic, not so subtle waving.

Elise Kova

#80. I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

Sara Gruen

#81. I'm going to kill you." "Ah, about that," she said, and shifted her wrist just enough for him to feel the blade she'd flicked free in the moment before she'd sensed his attack - the steel now resting against his groin. "Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.

Sarah J. Maas

#82. Yes,' Spade growled. 'And when you're slapped you'll take it and like it.' He released Cairo's wrist and with a thick open hand struck the side of his face three times savagely.

Dashiell Hammett

#83. Writing. Opening a vein in your wrist with a spoon.

Ann-Marie MacDonald

#84. Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

Gayle Forman

#85. You broke my wrist, you bitch."

"She's not the one crying on the ground, son. So who's the bitch?

Ellis Leigh

#86. Fluted sleeves or any sleeve that flares out before coming in again at the wrist are very feminine and a great way to distract from the dreaded 'bingo wings.'

Twiggy

#87. It doesn't matter how nice that expensive watch looks on your wrist if you don't know how to tell time correctly. It doesn't matter how much money you have, if it costs you too much to make it.

Vincent J. Monteleone

#88. I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory.

Julian Barnes

#89. And wished with all her heart that she wasn't so tired, wished that a broken wrist would radiate violent pain instead of this strange numbing ache that was exhausting her by its subtlety and consistency.

Dorothy Gilman

#90. She was a clock, I could tell by the ticking in her wrist. (I'd secretly slipped my thumb down, to feel her pulse as we danced. It was perfectly steady and wreaking havoc with mine.) I could keep time by you, I thought.

Elizabeth McCracken

#91. ...her hand caught his wrist. "Kevin, there's so much goodness inside of you. Don't be afraid to let people see it. Don't be afraid to love."
He stared at her. He couldn't let her see what she didn't want him to fear.

Amie Wolf

#92. If you don't have any money and you want to make a horror movie, take a six-inch wide brush for house painting and dip that in a bucket of blood, and then just flick your wrist. You'll get this great speckled splash of blood, and it will cost you nothing.

Bruce Campbell

#93. The fencing masters adjust your pose, your wrist, just as singing masters try to rearrange your throat and tongue, as concert masters order the notes, the cadence. I've had many masters. I hear their voices. I don't need to, anymore, but they still speak to me, through me. Always.

Kelly Gardiner

#94. another. A single bird flew by at eye level, then shot straight up to the treetops. A grasshopper landed suddenly on my wrist. Creepy magic.

Gillian Flynn

#95. I'm going to make a man bracelet. Let me see your wrist.

Kasie West

#96. One of the first things she asked me was why I wore my watch on the inside of my wrist. I couldn't justify it, so I turned the face round, and put time on the outside, as normal, grown-up people did.

Julian Barnes

#97. They offer a wrist-grasp of peace, but that is only to hold you close, by the sword-arm,' he told us, sucking ale off the wet end of his hair. 'The dagger is in the other.

Robert Low

#98. an insouciant flip of the wrist -

Mary Doria Russell

#99. Who grasps with his fist one who has an arm of steel injures only his own powerless wrist. Wait till inconstant fortune ties his hand, then ... pick out his brains.

Bill Vaughan

#100. We sat and drank, each with a separate past locked up in him, and fate's alarm clocks set at unrelated futures
when, at last, a wrist was cocked, and eyes of consorts met.

Vladimir Nabokov

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