I fell off a wall in Cockermouth when I was 18. The slate on the top of the wall was loose and I tried to jump up and sit on it. I ended up falling backwards and the tile ended up falling back onto my hand.
I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in just what God needs one more victim
We believe that peace is at hand.
One hand, five homes. A lifetime in a fist.
I was walking down the street, and I found a man's hand in my pocket. I asked, "What do you want?" "A match" "Why didn't you ask me?" "I don't talk to strangers."
We drew to a pair of deuces and filled.
My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.
There is nothing more terrifying than lying in the ring and feeling that your hand has gone numb.
The duty of labor is written on a man's body: in the stout muscle of the arm,, and the delicate machinery of the hand.
Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.
A hand fought best when it made a fist.
As you and I walk the pathway Jesus walked, let us listen for the sound of sandaled feet. Let us reach out for the Carpenter's hand. Then we shall come to know Him.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
One of the best sleight-of-hand guys I know is a plumber.
A nail-pierced hand holds the sceptre of the universe, and my knees bend before him.
There's a big difference between me and a real, legitimate working hand, or a world-champion rodeo cowboy. I play 'em, and I aspire to be like that, but those guys are tough.
If any fall by the hand of violence, others will continue the blessed work.
As I was in the air, the ball took a bad hop and caromed behind me, but I was able to catch it with my bare hand. I hit the ground, bounced back up, and threw Burroughs out at first.
A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it's over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began
I have scars on my knee from an ACL surgery. I have a scar on my ankle from ankle surgery. I have a scar on my left hand from hand surgery.
You gotta play the hand that's dealt you. There may be pain in that hand, but you play it. And I've played it.
If we try to think back to the dim and distant past... what is it that helps us reconstruct those times, and to picture the lives of those who lived in them? It is their art... It is thanks to the hand, the companion of the mind, that civilization has arisen.
A poem is a hand, a hook, a prayer. It is a soul in action.
The world can only be grasped by action, not by contemplation. The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.
The eye may see for the hand, but not for the mind.
