#hand

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fairies #finish #hands #happy #house

I love full on, like 65 mph in a handicapped parking spot.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#car #disabled #funny #handicapped #humor

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

Before I met you, my life ran on sheer amusement. After I met you, my life ran on sheer compassion. ↗

— Heenashree Khandelwal

#fiction #heenashree #heenashree-khandelwal #life #life-and-living-life-and-love

I have been… To every depth of my heart To every height of my mind To every extent of my world I see only one name It’s yours… ↗

— Heenashree Khandelwal

#heart #heartbroken #heenashree #heenashree-khandelwal #love

Very interesting for an old duffer like me to try his hand at something new. If I don't do that once in a while, I might just turn into a fossil, you know! ↗

— Norman Rockwell

#hand #his #i #interesting #into

I was caught by him. I was absolutely, unintentionally ensnared. Held by the look in his cocoa brown eyes when he spoke, commanding me. I shivered at his words as if they were touches sliding down my spine. ↗

— Paloma Beck

#bdsm #hold-my-hand #love #romance #love

Prose Poems from my book SPAN OBSERVATION So, we may not be able to explain the world. Not exactly. But we can accept it, and love it. We can turn our faces to the light and examine the minutest details simply for the sake of it. We can live lives of joy and purpose. We are all part of one whole. Take comfort in this. Almost every one of us is capable of holding a cup to another’s lips without our hands shaking. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#comfort #cup #examine #hands #holding

The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm. Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart. It may be only the clinging touch of a child's hand; but there is as much potential sunshine in it for me as there is in a loving glance for others. A hearty handshake or a friendly letter gives me genuine pleasure. ↗

— Helen Keller

#love

His warmth enveloped me. I was caught in him, absolutely ensnared by all that he was. I shivered as his words –his heated breath- brushed down along my spine. They invoked a frisson of awareness in me that built my need for him, my desire. Though there was still the rational part of me screaming that what I desired was so possibly wrong, I couldn’t resist him. ↗

— Paloma Beck

#love #romance #love