There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved: It is God's finger on man's shoulder.
There is a trend today that would put a new robe on the prodigal son while he is still feeding hogs. Some would put the ring on his finger while he still in the pigsty. Others would paint the pigsty and advocate bigger and better hog pens.
Some people tap their feet, some people snap their fingers, and some people sway back and forth. I just sorta do 'em all together, I guess.
Learn to listen with your fingers.
There is only a finger's difference between a wise man and a fool.
When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself.
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.
It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it.
Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.
Prejudice: Sometimes it's 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.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
A ring is a halo on your finger.
The five separate fingers are five independent units. Close them and the fist multiplies strength. This is organization.
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart.
On the other hand, you have different fingers.
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
Confusion makes people uncomfortable. They can't put their finger on me.
Telling your story out loud is the way human beings communicate. We don't normally think up words, translate how to spell them and then move our fingers up and down over this randomly arranged set of keys to make the same letters appear on a screen.
Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.
I know this year hasn't gone as we'd all like it. But please, please, everyone do not forget about that 2013 season - the worst to first, the tragedy of the Boston Marathon, everyone rallying around the city, the finish line, the duck boats, everything, celebrating at home. Might be down a little bit in the win/loss column right now, but do not let that erase any of those memories from last year that I get to wear a ring on my finger for. I'm proud to be a Red Sox for those times.
At the age of 16, something happened with my finger and the doctor told me, you never can be a organist or pianist, so think about what you do with music.
Clean your finger before you point at my spots.
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.
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