You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.
Ian McEwanMots clés despair depression nails fingernails manicure
I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more in a kind of refreshing, thrilling way, than a kind of pain that would cripple me and send me away crying. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, and my teeth bit into my lips, my knees were locked, but I could not faint.
Alysha SpeerMots clés pain brave weak hurt sword fingernails sharden body-of-blade thrilling
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails
James JoyceMots clés god artists fingernails impartial
It’s Okay, Mom.” The little girl grinned impishly. “Max will be pretty with pink nails.”
“Oh I brought my A-game,” the vampire snorted as he sat on the other couch.
“Bout Time,” Janie retorted
Mots clés max fingernails old-maid janie
The door opened to reveal Janie gleefully putting the finishing touches of the bright pink polish on Max's hands.
"Nice timing," the solider said with a grimace.
Talen snorted. "You're relieved, in case you need to powder your cheeks.
Mots clés max fingernails janie powder-cheeks
She’d never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you’d expect to see under lace cuffs, like Mozart or something.
Kelly CreaghMots clés hands boy mozart lace nevermore fingernails fingers delicate masculine
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