Fists Quote by Elie Wiesel Download Open image “Life is not a fist. Life is an open hand waiting for some other hand to enter it.” — Elie Wiesel ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fists Hands Life Life is Positivity Waiting
Each of us comes into life with fists closed, set for aggressiveness and acquisition. But when we abandon life our hands are open; there… — Fulton J. Sheen Copy Share Image
Many of us come into the world with a clenched fist, but we all leave with an open hand. — Sixto Rodriguez Copy Share Image
In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open. — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
The human brain is the only object in the known universe that can predict its own future and tell its on fortune. The fact… — Daniel Gilbert Copy Share Image
Life becomes very easier when you know which hand to hold and which hand to shake — Paresh Markandeya Copy Share Image
If someone asks me¦ what is life..? I will just come close to *You* Take your hand in my hands!! and then say! Thats… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
A religious person answers to God, not to the elected or non-elected official. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
“What all these victims need above all is to know that they are not alone; that we are not forgetting them, that when their… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
[Chinese] are a huge empire now, you'll soon be - in a few years two billion people in the world. So, you should be… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Take the story of Cain and Abel. Why were we given that story? Scientifically, you may have an explanation for it, but I'm not… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Mankind must remember that peace is not God's gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria... — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
I think this century more than any other really has seen the phenomenon of people being uprooted in such numbers, such a degree. They… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
His cold eyes stared at me. At last, he said wearily: "I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
There are times when we can feel destiny close around us like a fist around a doorknob. Sure, we can resist. But a knob… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
« He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Don Alejandro cut in with advice I have never forgotten. "It is only when a man knows reason is not on his side that… — Carlos P. Romulo Copy Share Image
Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess. — Jim Carrey Copy Share Image
We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you're in." "Yes!" Leo pumped his fist. *… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my… — Klaus Kinski Copy Share Image
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He's earned all his money himself, with his fists. He didn't steal it like the rest of our politicians. And he'll be less tempted… — Vitali Klitschko Copy Share Image
The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image