Quotes about hands

Every woman’s heart cannot be opened with words sometimes you need to use your hands.

Create your own future you are your own artisan. Promote your own brand you are your own marketer! You've got the hands to do that. Just believe it is possible!

Confession and repentance might be described as the negative side of submission this involves getting rid of everything which hinders God’s control over our lives. Yielding to God might be described as the positive side . . . placing ourselves totally into the hands of God.

Let your hands be clean God loves clean hands and no wonder cleanliness is next to Godliness.

The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes.

People's hands fascinate me. It's tempting to look at a businessman's left hand and see if there's an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there's a tan line and the skin is pressed down where's he's worked a ring off his finger.

Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you.

After centuries of dormancy, young women... can now look toward a future moulded by their own hands.

The Arab World is writing a new future the pen is in our own hands.

We need not be afraid of the future, for the future will be in our own hands.

Mystical references to society and its programs to help may warm the hearts of the gullible but what it really means is putting more power in the hands of bureaucrats.

The destiny of any country is in the hands of the people who know God they are the people who carry Christian ideas

The American legal industry is a medieval guild in which the prosecutors, bar, and bench join hands to ensure that legal invoices are paid, no matter how excessive.

Don't accumulate if you do not need. The excess of wealth in your hands is for the society, and you are the trustee for the same.

Sometimes if you want to see a change for the better, you have to take things into your own hands.

In not my, but our collective hands, is held the promise of change.

When it was suggested that I write a memoir I said, 'I'm not old enough. I'm not distinguished enough.' But I went home and sat down to write, and the material for the book just came flooding into my hands.

I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother, for the homeland is our earthly mother. I consider it my duty to be with my compatriots in this sublime and difficult moment.

It's not like I'm this glamour diva who hands everything over and I just sit on my throne at home.

When I was young, I read everything I could lay my hands on, but the Scots in my storybooks spent their time fighting glorious battles, rowing across lochs, or escaping over moors of purple heather. Even those Scots were hard to find. For at school, we recited poetry according to the set texts the teachers taught us.

I'm better with my hands, and I always loved the slightly romantic idea of starting with bits of wood and being able to create something to sit on, to eat from, to store your clothes in.

Men of ill judgment ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.

You can employ men and hire hands to work for you, but you must win their hearts to have them work with you.

We are taught to consume. And that's what we do. But if we realized that there really is no reason to consume, that it's just a mind set, that it's just an addiction, then we wouldn't be out there stepping on people's hands climbing the corporate ladder of success.

Just remember, you can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets.

Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.

You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.'

Your resources could go to where your hands could not reach.

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.

All the tools, techniques and technology in the world are nothing without the head, heart and hands to use them wisely, kindly and mindfully

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

IN THE HANDS OF MANHe who creates a poison, also has the cure.He who creates a virus, also has the antidote.He who creates chaos, also has the ability to create peace.He who sparks hate, also has the ability to transform it to love.He who creates misery, also has the ability to destroy it with kindness.He who creates sadness, also has the ability to to covert it to happiness.He who creates darkness, can also be awakened to produce illumination.He who spreads fear, can also be shaken to spread co

Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.

I much prefer not to fall, unless of course I am falling into the hands of God.

I’m not sure how old I was when I first tried looking in the mirror and telling myself, with a shiver of pride and a warning prickle of something like fear, ‘I am the most powerful person in the world.’ In a way, it was true. My hands and mind could do things no one else’s could, but I was too young then to understand that some power—the kind that really matters—comes from other people. And what good is being faster, or stronger, or smarter than everyone else when it leaves you all alone?

Sometimes, people don’t need our homes to live in or our bodies to lean on. All they need are our hands to lift them up.

For all these stars,nothing is new.They’ve seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too.They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood.They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud.They’ve seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed.They’ve seen the treesand the seas emptied.Yet, you won’t hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years,proclaims: 'I have lived!'Because nothing is new under the

Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands.

Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands, and when that happens, you blame the hands, but you also read the book.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn't translate through sports, or music, dancing, carpentry, plumbing. I was the bookish kid, more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

A hand is not enough...to never let go

Let's sleepyou on top of memy hands circling your waistyours holding my facemy legs entangled in yoursyours tenderly wrapped in mineyour eyes looking deeply into minemine staring longingly at yoursand we will keep searching for our footsteps in the sands of time...

And the moment she held that diary in her hands, she summoned all her demons at once. The moment she opened it a hand from every page held her and pulled her inside. And in a moment even before she could realize what was happening to her she was drowning in the sea, fighting to breathe and fighting to swim back to the surface. But the hands kept pulling her down deep into the darkness until her voice died slowly.

He puts us here to make an eternal difference.He puts us here to show everyone around us how much He loves them.He puts us here to be His hands and feet, His body and His heart.

As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and his heart throbbed with music.

Just continue to "walk in the light" you have been given, and leave the future in God's hands. If He is calling you to do a job, He will make it possible for you to care for your family and overcome any other barriers to that responsibility.

Being lucky is in your hands as it’s outcome of your deeds.

Whatsoever you set your hands on doing, do it in such a way that your work will always stand out.

Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and luxury, but the Soul of me—the wild, restless, breathless, discontented soul of me—never sat down before in all its life—I say, until my frightened hand cuddled into his broken one. I tell you I don't pretend to explain it, I don't pretend to account for it; all I know is—that smothering there under all that horrible wreckage and everything—the instant my hand went home to his, the m

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

You will learn, but you have to act. You will be given, but you have to receive. Stretch your hands and take up your laurels by the power put in you!

Sometimes, power could change hands as quickly as a knife thrust.

Get up,” she said. “Get up, my lord. If you do not have long, there is still much to do. You must not waste another day, another morning! Take hold of your life with both hands and crush it to you, my lord. You will not have another in this world.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

Hearts In MeIf I look to the world with hearts in my eyesThen surely I’ll be intrigued and inspired.If I touch the world with hearts in my handsThen surely I’ll learn how to understand.If I listen to the world with hearts in my earsThen surely I’ll truly be able to hear.If I speak with the world with hearts in my mouthThen surely I’ll be kind and gentle enough.If I think of the world with hearts in my mindThen surely I’ll be awake to all life.If I reach for the world with hearts in my palmsThen

Time cannot put anything in your hands until you let go off the time.

Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.

We are defined as artists by the pull of our hearts, not the creation of our hands.

Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.

Touch with your heart more than with your hands.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

I tried to gather all the pieces… I picked each one and fixed them so perfectly. No one could say that I was broken once, unless they see my hands, lacerated by the splinters of my heart.

Tell me again about the girl whose handshave no color. Whose hands are completelywhite. This time make them damned, oruntouched, or have her open a red umbrellaor point at some maple leaves and damnednear cry. Those hands. As freakish goes,I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d knowhow much I like you. It shakes me through,damn through. It shakes me. When she carriesa peacock feather. When she touches her neckor thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad.You have hands. You are a person with handst

Women are like sparkling diamonds, if you let too many hands touch it, not only will it get dirty with too many smudges and finger prints, it will also lose its shine and lustre.

It's not being a woman I mind so much," she said slowly. "'Tis the way men seem to always order my life." She leaned earnestly toward him. "Your hand, Papa, has wielded a sword and cradled a child and held power over hundreds of men." She held up her own hand. "This one has far fewer adventures before it.

The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with every heart beat and the waves' breath...the time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...by your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life...

To get rid of a spiritual problem, we need to pull it up by its spiritual root. To pull up roots, we're going to have to be willing to get our hands dirty, to make some sacrifices that provides long-term benefits instead of short-term, refinanced gains. God is willing to help us, to provide the tools we need to weed out those areas where our desire for money is spoiling our fruit of the Spirit.

My worth is not based on the ‘work of my hands’ despite how feverishly I might work and how audaciously successful I might be. Rather, my worth is based exclusively on the astonishing fact that I am the ‘work of God’s hands.

When there is a crisis, let your heart pray, but let your hands work.

Work. Good, honest work, whether it’s working with your hands to create an artwork, or manual labour, brings forth a sense of divinity at play. The only prerequisite is that whatever the work is, it is done sincerely and in congruence with the soul’s true origin and intent, then, without any effort, one experiences a flow, wherein one feels a part of the plan of the entire universe.

Where once I prayed for forgiveness from a father God who held up huge palms and said “Thou shalt not,” now I find peace with a sister god who takes my open hands in hers and says, “You will.

To increase the chances of a writer trying to kill themselves, cut off their hands.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.

The hands of man can manufacture many things both penetratingly brilliant and utterly astounding. Yet, despite their amazing dexterity and profound skill they cannot manufacture hope. Such a masterpiece as that is left for the hands of God and a manger crafted by those hands.

There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.

If I am not at 'peace', then I can be altogether confident that I've placed a larger 'piece' of myself in the hands of someone other than God.

God promised to bless the works of our hands. If you do not work, what is God going to bless you for?

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

To serve others is not only by hands but by mouth as well.

The best way to handle life, is to put your life in God's hands.

It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be. With no effort or trying, just slowly finding each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get better.

That's the thing about hands, I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to feel I'm holding onto someone I love.

That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.

Prose Poems from my book SPANOBSERVATIONSo, we may not be able to explain the world. Not exactly. But we can accept it, and love it. We can turn our faces to the light and examine the minutest details simply for the sake of it. We can live lives of joy and purpose. We are all part of one whole. Take comfort in this. Almost every one of us is capable of holding a cup to another’s lips without our hands shaking.

Idle hands are the devils greatest tools. But it’ll be good to notice that the tools sharpened by idle heads. You are idle because that’s the job your mind gave you!

The answer to the prayer of a rich man is in the hands of the poor.

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.

...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...

Never believe the lines on your hands that predict your future. Because people who don't have also have future.

We are all born equal, and even if we are not, the future is still in our hands.

‎I cannot alter the past, but the future is very much in my hands.

Its better to Convince by words rather than your Hands. We should not degrade our Standard for others. - Merlin Thomas

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.