Fingers Quote by Rich Burlew Download Open image “Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.” — Rich Burlew ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fingers Hey Looks
Get that finger out of your ear! You don't know where that finger's been! — Robert Stack Copy Share Image
I got a finger that's literally bone-on-bone. This bad boy, it gets smaller. The more and more I do, it grinds bone-on-bone. — Calvin Johnson Copy Share Image
And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
We were going to amputate my pointer finger because all the scar tissue was grabbing onto the ligament and not allowing it to close… — Anthony Smith Copy Share Image
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“No way. I know acid, I've been splashed by acid several times before, and this, sir, is no acid.” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“Fine! Whatever! Just be careful, my hands are still slippery with your blood.” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
I know it's an artistic cliche, but every time I look at my past work, I want to projectile vomit. — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“You told me that it would be better to find family among people who were good than to try and find good among my… — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“Hi Haley. look, I found all these free swords. They were in my spleen.” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“So what? That just means I can beat him with both scrolls at the same time!!” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“You guys go ahead, I'm just going to harvest his kidneys and I'll catch up.” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“Promise me...that you'll...*cough*...you'll dispose of my body in the waste receptacles...conveniently located by the theater exits...” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
“thog no girly-orc, thog manly-orc who just happens to like figure skating!” — Rich Burlew Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again,… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image