He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once. "No," Shane said. "I did it. Let me fix it. " He went off after Michael. Eve chewed her lip and said, "Well, we're either going to see half the house destroyed, or their bromance is going to go all the way.
Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.
He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.
For people to understand me when I travel, I speak with my hands.
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Archeology and ecology can go hand in hand.
There is no such thing as an accident, only a failure to recognise the hand of fate
There's something about fear and aesthetic that go hand in hand.
The privilege of ruling would be in the hands of the skilled and the learned, with a wide scope left for profitable crooked deals carried on by the Jews, who would be attracted by the enormous extension of the international speculations of the national banks.
I do not doubt that services like social games and coupons bring delight to peoples lives, and I mean no disrespect to the hard work that has made them possible. But in the face of threats to humanitys future on the one hand and the extraordinary potential of mankind on the other, at some point we must ask: are we capable of more?
Willis Rodney Whitney. . . once compared scientific research to a bridge being constructed by a builder who was fascinated by the construction problems involved. Basic research, he suggested, is such a bridge built wherever it strikes the builder's fancy-wherever the construction problems seem to him to be most challenging. Applied research, on the other hand, is a bridge built where people are waiting to get across the river. The challenge to the builder's ingenuity and skill, Whitney pointed out, can be as great in one case as the other.
Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake, and Baudelaire is to find her sadomasochism obvious and flagrant. Birds, bees, and amputated hands are the dizzy stuff of this poetry. Dickinson is like the homosexual cultist draping himself in black leather and chains to bring the idea of masculinity into aggressive visibility.
A kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a diamond tiara is forever.
I feel that one should employ methods that reflect the physics of the problem at hand rather than the methods one happens to know.
I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.
There is an invisible thought-stuff on which the mind acts, making things through the operation of a law not yet fully understood by man. Every thought moves upon this invisible substance in increasing or diminishing degree. When we praise the richness and fullness of God, this thought-stuff is tremendously increased in our mental atmosphere. It reflects into everything that our mind and our hands touch.
I've learned that there is no currency like trust and no catalyst like hope. There is nothing worse for building relationships than pandering, on one hand, and preaching, on the other. And the most important quality we must all strengthen in ourselves is that of a deep human empathy, for that will provide the most hope of all and the foundation for our collective survival.
My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons. ' I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet.