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Handing Quotes (page 129)

Wes Anderson quote: "What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd..."
What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself. Wes Anderson
Age was respected among his people, but achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings. Chinua Achebe
God had poked His finger down into my nerves and gently, almost without thinking, brought a little confusion among those threads. And God had pulled His finger back, and behold--there were filaments and fine rootlike threads on His finger from the threads of my nerves. And thereremained an open hole behind His finger which was the finger of God, and a wound in my brain behind the path of His finger. But after God had touched me with the finger of His hand, He let me be and touched me no... Knut Hamsun
Wishful thinking about the peaceful tolerance of Islam cannot interpret away this reality: hands are still cut off, women still stoned and enslaved, just as the Prophet Muhammad decided centuries ago. Ayaan Hirsi Ali
Aware that much of the story was out of his hands, he tried to exercise what control he could: he hovered around the reporters' typewriters as they wrote, passed them questions as they talked on the phone to sources, demanded to be briefed after they hung up or returned from a meeting. Now, gulping down antacid tablets, Rosenfeld grilled Bernstein and Woodward to find out how solid this latest story was.-- Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward Carl Bernstein
Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton. 'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?' 'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely! Agatha Christie
Jim Morrison quote: "Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel."
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel. Jim Morrison
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky,---No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, and let the face of God shine through... Edna St. Vincent Millay
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome. Edith Wharton
When I Have Fears When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting... John Keats
There is an old story about the boy at Eton who committed suicide. The other boys in his house were gathered together and asked if any of them could suggest a reason for the tragedy. After a long silence a small boy in the front put up his hand: 'Could it have been the food, sir? Auberon Waugh
...on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird. Loren Eiseley
I don't see why I should bow my head when I could hold it high, or place it in the hands of my enemies when I can defeat them. Jose Rizal
You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond. Gleaming with agitated torches. Amy Lowell
One afternoon Clairaut came over to me with a book in his hand: “Mademoiselle de Beauvoir,” he began, in an inquisitorial tone, “what do you make of Brochard who is of the opinion that Aristotle’s God would be able to experience sexual pleasure?” Herbaud cast him a disdainful look: “I should hope so, for his sake,” he haughtily replied. Simone de Beauvoir

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