Palmed Hand Quotes & Sayings

Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes. — Jodi Picoult

There is a serious tendency toward capitalism among the well-to-do peasants. — Mao Zedong

The Tea Party was born out of the disgust many Americans felt early in the financial crisis upon learning that the federal government was even contemplating reducing the principal on some troubled mortgages. — Mark Zandi

But I made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

That's a cold-blooded way to view the world," said Runajo.

"And the way of the Sisters isn't?"

"Blood is hot when you spill it," said Runajo, and Juliet laughed suddenly, her head tilting back. — Rosamund Hodge

I am sad when I think that the years go by like sacks that we mark "Returned Empty," sad when I think that we shall be separated from one another and from ourselves. — Eugene Ionesco

It is certain that every class is interested in [educational] establishments which give to the human mind its highest improvements, and to every Country its truest and most durable celebrity. — James Madison

He laughed, the sound so sweet to her ears because he rarely seemed to do it. "I think it's time I got you fed." He reached a hand down, palmed her ass before squeezing possessively. "Then I plan to eat you. Slowly. — Katie Reus

I hope you like big men, sweetness." My eyes dropped reflexively back to the hand still moving rhythmically between his legs; the blunt knob playing hide and seek as he lazily palmed himself. "Think you can handle all this? I guess we'll find out soon enough 'cause you're getting this cock, all of it, and you're gonna take every fucking inch. — Candace Vianna

He palmed his cock and rubbed along the piercings first, pulling them just enough to make him throb. He hissed at the pain and then fought a groan as he imagined Prophet doing this to him . . . The glass door opened, the steam rushed out, and Prophet stood there, watching. Before Tom could say anything, Prophet ordered, "Don't stop now - jerk yourself, since you can't keep your hands off it." "Since when do you fucking tell me what to do?" Tom demanded crankily. Of course, he kept on sliding his hand up and down his cock, partly because fuck, it was good - better when ordered, sure - and partly because the look in Prophet's eyes as he watched Tom doing it was just . . . Fuck. Fuck yes. "Don't come though," Prophet told him casually, and look who had a second wind. "Until when?" Tom gritted his teeth and slowed himself down. "Until I say. Clear enough?" Tom — S.E. Jakes

Asher," she said, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back until he was lying on the bed and she was lying beside him. "Kiss me." Thanking God for yet another reprieve, he rolled on top of her, bracing on his elbows as he palmed her cheek with fierce tenderness. "You terrify me." She smiled, wiggling beneath him before pushing her pelvis up against his. "I'm harmless." "You're lethal." "I'm waiting." And then his mouth claimed hers, and she didn't have to wait anymore. — Katy Regnery

If you've got $25,000, $50,000, $100,000, you're better off paying off any debt you have because that's a guaranteed return. — Mark Cuban