#fingers

My fingers are not as fast as my brain - which isn't that much to type home about anyway. ↗

— Frank Lane

#anyway #brain #fast #fingers #home

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. ↗

— Johnny Mercer

#black magic #down #eyes #fingers #icy

I find that the middle finger is the universal signal of communication. I often use it to wave hello, point at someone, and convey my thoughts to deaf people. I used to use it to shake hands, but it kept getting broken. ↗

— Bauvard

#communicating #fingers #funny #gestures #hand-signals

A mafia don could snap his fingers and somebody would snap my neck. But when I snap my fingers, people start dancing. Or at least my clones would.
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— Jarod Kintz

#dancing #family #fingers #mafia #people

If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased; for the internal organ of music is then roused in you. The fingers must do what the head desires; not the contrary. ↗

— Robert Schumann

#melody #music #piano #music

Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating. ↗

— Marian Anderson

#because #brushing #cheek #feel #find

I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable. ↗

— Todd Barry

#chicken #eat #fingers #i #i love

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#desire #fingers #had #i #instead

Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things. ↗

— George Eliot

#dead #fingers #handle #happen #make

I used to love to untangle chains when I was a child. I had thin, busy fingers, and I never gave up. Perhaps there was a psychiatric component to my concentration but like much of my psychic damage, this worked to everyone's advantage. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#busy #chains #child #component #concentration