hands

Someone once joked, Hell is other people. But the truth is that connection to other people can be sacred. Why else did God give so many people life? (Adam was't enough.) Or more simply, why else would He design hands that so perfectly clasp?

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

I have forged many things that I believe to be things of great beauty. Yet if God is not a part of them, they are entirely counterfeit and I have been robbed blind by the work of my own hands.

That's called business, let's shake hands and .... we just made one great deal.

Retirement is the menopause of an employee__ mind and hands.

There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.

The hands of man can manufacture many things both penetratingly brilliant and utterly astounding. Yet, despite their amazing dexterity and profound skill they cannot manufacture hope. Such a masterpiece as that is left for the hands of God and a manger crafted by those hands.

We Christians are bound hands and feet, sitting down in the pews instead of going out to explore the earth for the Son of God, king of kings and the Lord of Lords

The deeds of our hands is directly proportional to the thoughts of our hearts.

How simple the American narrative. Suppose you have two hands. The American political system will cut off both hands. You__l then hear that those with one hand will be along the upper class and those with two will be part of the elite few. Then politicians will come along and tell you their plan for giving each American two hands. The people will buy into this and fight the disillusioned in favor of the politician. They are never for themselves and the politicians are only for themselves so no one is for the people.

If the liberties of the American people are ever destroyed, they will fall by the hands of the clergy.

If your hands don't find something they can do, they will find a reason to find that which they can't do

We have two eyes... two hands... two legs... but we can focus on one!??!?Naah, lie double and triple... I can focus on 2 and do 3...

Respect the hand stronger than your hand if and only if that hand is just and an honourable hand!

See all the women seated, youth in their face lifts, old age in their hands.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.