Interlocked Hands Quotes & Sayings

His fingers bent forward at the topmost joint pushing down against the tips of my nails, and his thumb rested lightly against the mole on my index finger. i thought of mosques and churches and prayer mats. Hands clasped together; one hand resting atop the other; fingers interlocked to mime a steeple. What sacred power is invested in hands?
This is not to say I was having pious thoughts. — Kamila Shamsie

Some guys were meant to be heroes. I was never one of them, but fuck it, I could learn. — Lisa Henry

You can never completely get it - being a Christian - but I think I really got it when my first son was born in 2006. I just realized the love that God has for all of us. It was seeing my son born and knowing the unconditional love that I have for him. — Mark Teixeira

John Lennon, who was a good friend of mine, he had one of the best senses of humor of any human being. And Keith Richards, fantastic sense of humor. They were smart, sharp. They had their own thoughts on matters. — Bobby Keys

Imagine the first discovery that one of these epidemics was man-made - the panic, the violence that would ensue. That's where the end would come. A typhoon kills a few hundred people, does a few billion in damage, and what do we do?" Erskine interlocked his fingers. "We come together. We put the pieces back. But a terrorist's bomb." He frowned. "A terrorist's bomb does the same damage, and it throws the world into turmoil."
He spread his hands apart like an explosion going off.
"When there's only God to blame, we forgive him. When it's our fellow man, we must destroy him. — Hugh Howey

Earth is ours. I'm not letting them have it. I'm not letting them destroy it. Not on my watch. — Karen Marie Moning

I know what I want, and where to go. — Antonio De Oliveira Salazar

The world is not your enemy; you are. — Cheryl Abram

The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets, is not a native of our soil; we know it well, however, by cultivation in our gardens and green houses; besides, we are disposed to remember it for the sake of those who have sung its praises in immortal verse. — Dorothea Dix

The purpose of therapy is not to remove suffering but to move through it to an enlarged consciousness that can sustain the polarity of painful opposites. — James Hollis

I didn't mean to make you cry-"
"Oh, God ... Zsadist, I love you."
His eyes flared so wide, his brows nearly hit his hairline.
"What ... ?"
"I love you."
"Say that again."
"I love you."
"Again ... please," he whispered. "I need to hear it ... again."
"I love you ... "
His response was to start praying to the Scribe Virgin in the Old Language.
-Lover Awakened — J.R. Ward

When a person does aggravate like a plaguing itch, acceptance is no matter. — Sian Lavinia Anais Valeriana

I don't want to be the funny girl or the serious girl. I would hope to touch on all different genres and all different types of characters, which I think I've been lucky enough to do, so far. — Yvonne Strahovski

My wife, although still with her arm in a sling, was so much better this morning that she took care of me. I was amused to hear her ask for some white ointment which she put over her brows to conceal the fact that her eyebrows had been singed. Her returning vanity was a good sign. — Michihiko Hachiya

Even if chords are simple, they should rub. They should have dissonances in them. I've always used a lot of alternate bass lines, suspensions, widely spaced voicings. Dfferent textures to get very warm chords. Sometimes you're setting up strange chords by placing a chord in front of it that's going to set it off like a diamond in a gold band. It's not just finding interesting chords, it's how you sequence them, like stringing together pearls on a string ... Interesting chords will compel interesting melodies. It's very hard to write a boring melody to an interesting chord sequence. — Jimmy Webb

The Waterbearer loves, loves, loves its freedom, but eventually, when freedom is the only goal, it can get a little limiting. That's when Aquarius realizes its freedom has become its prison. — John Marchesella

Theatres, actors, critics and public are interlocked in a machine that creaks but never stops. There is always a new season in hand and we are to busy to ask the only vital question which measures the whole structure. Why theatre at all? What for? Is it an anachronism, a superannuated oddity? Surviving like an old monument or a quaint custom? Why do we applaud and what? Has the stage a real place in our lives? What function can it have? What could it serve? What could it explore? What are its special properties? — Peter Brook