The energy doesn't end at the hands. I want such intensity that it feels like light is streaming from every finger. — Bob Fosse Copy Share Image
Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles. — Fannie Hurst Copy Share Image
Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements. — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable. — Todd Barry Copy Share Image
Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
In TV today, you can say I pricked my finger, but you can't say it the other way around. — George Carlin Copy Share Image
Art is always the index of social vitality, the moving finger that records the destiny of a civilization. A wise statesman should… — Herbert Read Copy Share Image
Sometimes, son," my father said, prying my fingers free, "you have to help the heroes along. — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
Sense of sin may be often great, and more felt than grace; yet not be more than grace. A man feels the… — Thomas Adams Copy Share Image
“But stories don't end. They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page,… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
Lucas should've run out of there that instant. Instead he stared at me through the glass and slowly unfolded his hand opposite… — Claudia Gray Copy Share Image
I learned everything by ear and played all the different instruments. So then I was able to find a guitar. That was,… — Dick Dale Copy Share Image
Alas! In vain historians pry and probe: The same wind blows, and in the same live robe Truth bends her head to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Fingers with no dexterity and legs too weak to walk, the result of old age and tired old bones.” — Ghillie Copy Share Image
How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon,… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The mighty hero of extraordinary powers, able to lift Mount Govardhan on a finger, and to fill himself with the terrible glory… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.… — Adelaide Anne Procter Copy Share Image
The bottom line is that we've become a nation of thieves, a value rejected by our founders. James Madison, the father of… — Walter E. Williams Copy Share Image
I do so play an instrument! I play air! I play the air with my fingers, and I'm in touch with the… — Jill Scott Copy Share Image
“Once you begin deliberating about where your fingers are jumping on the piano keyboard, you can no longer pull off the piece.” — David Eagleman Copy Share Image
