...she deferred to her partner, to the virtuoso hands of Gwen Shanks, freaky-big, fluid as a couple of tide-pool dwellers, cabled like the Golden Gate Bridge.
Michael ChabonMots clés hands
...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...
John GeddesMots clés words love silence relationships spirit anger hands tension
...in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ...
John GeddesMots clés love hands handwriting poetry-love
...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...
John GeddesMots clés hands letting-go love-making
I put my hands into the pockets of all his jackets
Jonathan Safran FoerMots clés touch hands pockets things-that-i-do
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.
Sarah KayMots clés life past future story hands
Hands on her shoulders, I noted. Fast, but not too fast or it's going to be over, fast. Keep your grunting to a minimum.
John GreenMots clés hands
To receive everything, one must open one’s hands and give.
Taisen DeshimaruMots clés hands giving deshimaru taisen
Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand to her.
She glanced at the proffered hand before laying her palm in his. Hot strength gripped her tightly as he pulled her upright before him, so close she would’ve had to move only inches to brush her lips across his throat. She watched the pulse of his blood beat there, strong and sure, before she lifted her gaze. His head was cocked almost as if he were examining her—searching for something in her face.
She drew in a breath, parting her lips to ask a question.
Mots clés mystery hands artemis-greaves duke-of-midnight duke-of-wakefield first-meeting ghost-of-st-giles maximus-batten
Max didn't take his hands off her. As they walked to where he'd parked the hired car, he kept his arm round her shoulders, even though he was carrying her cases in his other hand and they kept bumping him.
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