There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
People always say, 'Who is your audience?' and I could never put a finger on it - and I wouldn't want to put a finger on it.
I don't think that anything that anyone is doing today that is being pointed at as the "enemy" or "the problem" is as dangerous to our future as the fact that there are so many pointed fingers. The pointed finger is the enemy.
When I heard Apache by the Shadows, that was it !. . . then there was a guitar player named Steve Gordon, he was "the player" in town. . . I still remember him saying to me 'Is there any reason you're not using your little finger?.
I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do. . . " he swung a finger back and forth between us". . . this.
The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.
I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.
Oliver laughed - actually laughed. "I like this new Claire," he said. "You should work her this hard all the time, Myrnin. She's interesting when she's forthright. " Claire, possessed by the spirit of Eve, shot him the finger. Which made him laugh again, shake his head, and walk up the steps.
The finger that turns the dial rules the air.
If you wonder which is the stronger sex, watch which one twists the other around her little finger.
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? To the designer of the camera? to the finger on the button? to the law of averages?
No one has the right to shake his finger in your face.
I am a finger pointing to the moon. Don't look at me; look at the moon.
His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.
I've learned. . . That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.
Whether one showed you and execution or a little finger, you would extract an equally edifying thought from both of them, and would still be content. That's the way to get on in life.
When I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad took me over to a neighboring farm to help get stuff for the meal. The farmer, Vic, told me to look at all the turkeys and pick one out. I saw a cute one with a silly walk and cried, 'Him!' Before my pointing finger had even dropped to my side, Vic had grabbed the turkey by the neck and slit [the animal's] throat. Blood and feathers went flying. I had sentenced that turkey to death! Up until then, I didn't know where meat came from—and I've been a vegetarian ever since.
The book of nature which we have to read is written by the finger of God.
I wouldn't hurt a flea. I'd finger a spider though.
The fashion industry has an enormous amount to offer in what we do in industrial design because fashion is fast, fashion has its finger on the pulse. There are very few creative industries that work on that rhythm.