I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me. " "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson. " He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely. " "Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream.
In Palm Springs, they think homelessness is caused by bad divorce lawyers.
Remember finally, that the ashes that were on your forehead are created from the burnt palms of last Palm Sunday. New beginnings invariably come from old false things that are allowed to die.
Not content to have the audience in the palm of his hand, he goes one further and clenches his fist.
I said, 'Okay, it's the year 2000, I'm getting a computer and a Palm Pilot. ' I know how to check my e-mail, and I've listed some phone numbers on it. Half the time the battery has gone out so I can't use it.
Truth is transcendent. There are many expressions of it and ways to glimpse it. We cannot hold it in our clenched fist, but must hold it in our open palm and invite others to see it for themselves.
This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky.
I can't palm a basketball.
My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it
There were only two men on the planet better educated in the various martial arts than Butler, and he was related to one of them. The other lived on an island in the South China Sea, and spent his days meditating and beating up palm trees. You had to feel sorry for the B'wa Kell.
She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.
Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.
If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.
Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!
She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldn’t die
. . . that was the first thing I had to learn about her, and maybe the hardest I've ever learned about anything - that she is her own, and what she gives me is of her choosing, and the more precious because of it. Sometimes a butterfly will come to sit in your open palm, but if you close your hand, one way or the other, it - and its choice to be there - are gone.
Transplanting the ballet to the United States is like trying to raise a palm tree in Dakota.
If you have got the public in the palm of your hand, you can be sure that is where they want to be.
Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused.