There were so many people, so much to navigate, and as the distance fluctuated between us his hand kept slipping, down my… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
An evil fate has deprived me of the full use of my right hand, so that I am not able to play… — Robert Schumann Copy Share Image
Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Eventually as a teenager, I was pulled up on stage by James Brown's saxophone player, Maceo Parker, during one of his concerts… — Wendy Starland Copy Share Image
Doodling serves as a means of keeping the hand or fingers limber, so that they are always ready for serious work. — Charles E. Burchfield Copy Share Image
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
My only problem is the fear that opposition bowlers might go for my fingers and that's why I was scared of the… — Shane Warne Copy Share Image
I'd rather be more of the hippie country chick - as in, instead of pointing a finger, just maybe saying, 'We're all… — Kacey Musgraves Copy Share Image
The night we met-I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid. "I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips,… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from the top… — Jackie Chan Copy Share Image
I symbolized doping... My phone rarely rings. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of riders who call… — Richard Virenque Copy Share Image
It was one of those perfect New York October afternoons, when the explosion of oranges and yellows against the bright blue sky… — Sarah Dunn Copy Share Image
I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard,… — Joey Comeau Copy Share Image
I do think, where would kids be if it weren't for you and for the good pediatricians, and for the good parents?… — Julie Andrews Copy Share Image
For each final photograph, I'll have shot loads of film. I suppose people don't see all that. But when someone looks at… — Catherine Yass Copy Share Image
It was only then I realized I didn't know the name of Elodin's class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
The nice thing about a protest song is that it takes the complaint, the fussing, the finger-pointing, and gives it an added… — Nicholson Baker Copy Share Image
It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
