The coward, afraid of the lash, with one hand wipes his eyes and gives with the other. Of what avail are such gifts?
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society. . . We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.
You know the sound of two hands clapping; tell me, what is the sound of one hand?
Not only do self-love and love of others go hand in hand but ultimately they are indistinguishable.
It's time to hand back responsibility for being an adult to everyone in the situation. You're not helping anybody by staying in a romantic relationship that isn't good for you or staying in a work relationship that sucks or staying in a friendship where you hate the other person. That's not helping anyone.
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Sometimes my fashion pictures can look a little bit like documentary style pictures. So having a camera in my hand was normal.
Jail and the streets go hand in hand. You can't have one with out the other. They coincide.
Don't bite the hand that has your allowance in it.