#hand

See all the women seated, youth in their face lifts, old age in their hands. ↗

— J.P. Donleavy

#plastic-surgery #youth #age

They stand beside a grave. Hermann sprinkles upon it a powder, which falls in sparkles of light from his fingers. The earth begins to heave; and presently, as a volcano casts up its ashes, the grave empties itself. Slowly and slowly, like the rippling waves of a becalmed ocean, it rises to the surface, divides, and falls in crumbling heaps on either side. Then there ascends the venerable figure of an aged man, clothed in robes of purple and scarlet, the ensigns of senatorial dignity. At the same moment, the spectre arm, by wondrous motion of its own, tears itself aloft, and becomes a dimly gleaming torch; each livid finger sending forth pale red dusky flames, which fling a horrid glare upon the cadaverous features of the phantom. ("The Forsaken Of God") ↗

— William Mudford

#black-magick #grave #hand-of-glory #incantation #magick

It is necessary to keep one's compass in one's eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges. ↗

— Michelangelo

#execute #eye #eyes #hand #hands

A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist. ↗

— Louis Nizer

#brain #craftsman #hands #heart #his

Henry," he said. "You are skilled. I exhort you. ↗

— Chad Harbach

#owen-dunne #art

Who's paying the million bucks? The insurance company. We've been trying for years to get the insurance industry to say to the gun industry, We won't insure you unless you have policies that will reduce the likelihood of guns falling into the wrong hands easily. ↗

— Michael D. Barnes

#bucks #company #easily #falling #get

It was late, I was drunk, you were warm to my hand, I would say, please don’t leave, touch me there, but you never I was late, you were drunk, it was warm to my hand, I would want, just to please, you were there, but I never I was warm, you were late, it was drunk to my touch, I was just late to want, but I would leave you never ↗

— Robyn Art

#robyn-art #art

Many are called, few are chosen. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #called #chosen #death #divine

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #carpe-diem #dying #holding-hands #laughter

I’m putty in her hands. Out of her hands, I’m more like clay.
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— Jarod Kintz

#clay #form #hands #malleable #mold