List Of Hands Quotes

We're Gonna Be In A World Of Hurt If We Don't Get It Fixed, Because There's Going To Be Billions Of People Out There - They're Hungry, They're Mad. One Thing That They Can Get Their Hands On Is Guns.

The Real Slums Are Another Matter. The Bad Parts Of Tondo Are As Bad As Any Place I've Seen, Ancient, Filthy Houses Swarmed With The Poor And Stinking Of Sewage And Trash. But There Are Worse Parts - Squatter Areas Where People Live Under Cardboard, In Shipping Crates, Behind Tacked-up Newspapers. Dad Would March You Straight To The Basement With A Hairbrush In His Hand If He Caught You Keeping Your Hamster Cage Like This.

The Main Reason To Be Opposed To Political Control Of Smoking Is To Keep Power -even The Smallest And Silliest Kind Of Power - Out Of The Hands Of ... Members Of A Dangerous Class -the Class That Knows What's Good For Us Better Than We Do.

There Are Just Two Rules Of Governance In A Free Society: Mind Your Own Business. Keep Your Hands To Yourself.

I Was Not Raised With Religion, And I Had No Faith Before My Mother Died. On The Other Hand, When She Died, I Did Not Immediately Feel She Was "gone." I Don't Believe She Is In Something Like Heaven, But I Also Feel That We Don't Understand Much About The Nature Of The Universe. So I Hold On To That Uncertainty, At Times.

I Think When Someone Blindly Projects And It's Showing Up In The Form Of Envy Or Hate - And I Actually Think They're Synonymous - That's When I Feel The Most Afraid And Disconnected And Vulnerable. Like Whenever I Don't Feel Safe In My Own Hands, In Terms Of My Not Being Tender Or Merciful With Myself, Or When We're Treating Each Other That Way.

We Eat When We're Full, And We Hoard All The Rest. With Our Hands On Remotes, We Say, Yes, We're The Best.

"i Am Already Married," She Remarks To The Empty Air, Twisting The Ring On Her Right Hand That Covers An Sold, Distinctive Scar.

I Do Not See As Well Without Her. I Do Not Hear As Well Without Her. I Do Not Feel As Well Without Her. I Would Be Better Off Without A Hand Or A Leg Than Without My Sister.

They Are Enthusiasts, Devotees. Addicts. Something About The Circus Stirs Their Souls, And They Ache For It When It Is Absent. They Seek Each Other Out, These People Of Such Specific Like Mind. They Tell Of How They Found The Circus, How Those First Few Steps Were Like Magic. Like Stepping Into A Fairy Tale Under A Curtain Of Stars… When They Depart, They Shake Hands And Embrace Like Old Friends, Even If They Have Only Just Met, And As They Go Their Separate Ways They Feel Less Alone Than They Had Before.

Celia." He Says Without Looking Up At Her, "why Do We Wind Our Watch?" "because Everything Requires Energy," She Recites Obediently, Eyes Still Focused On Her Hand. "we Must Put Effort And Energy Into Anything We Wish To Change.

... Censorship Often Boils Down To Some Male Judges Getting To Read A Lot Of Dirty Books--with One Hand.

Hand Over Your Responses To The Man Who Triggers Them, And You Have Already Lost The Battle For Self. Look Beyond, And Find Yourself There Instead.

If You Don’t Know The Men At Your Back By Name, Don’t Be Surprised If They Won’t Follow You Into Battle. On The Other Hand, Don’t Be Surprised If They Will, Either, Because There Are Countless Other Factors You Must Take Into Account. Leadership Is A Slippery Commodity, Not Easily Manufactured Or Understood.

I Find It Ironic That Now Water Is More Expensive Than Music. On The One Hand, Record Companies Can't Go Crying When They've Gouged Consumers For Decades, Charging Exorbitant Prices For Cds That Cost 29 Cents To Make. On The Other Hand, When Music Is Free, Musicians Starve.

There Are Literally Billions Of People On The Planet Who Live In An Unimaginable Poverty That's Not In Any Way Different From The Plight Of The People In Orchid. And You Can't Have The Splendor Of Rodeo Drive Without The Sweatshops Of Indonesia; Those Two Things Go Hand In Hand.

Getting Married Is Like Putting One's Hand In A Bag Containing 99 Serpents And One Eel.

Like: 'don't Walk Out There With One Hand In Your Pocket Unless There's Somethin' In There You're Going To Bring Out.' You Gotta Commit. You've Gotta Go Out There And Improvise And You've Gotta Be Completely Unafraid To Die. You've Got To Be Able To Take A Chance To Die. And You Have To Die Lots. You Have To Die All The Time.

You're Supposed To Have One Hand Up And One Hand Down. As You're Trying To Going Up, You're Trying To Pull Someone Up At The Same Time.

An Uncertain Evil Causes Anxiety Because, At The Bottom Of One's Heart, One Goes On Hoping Till The Last Moment That It May Not Be True; A Certain Evil, On The Other Hand, Instills, For A Time, A Kind Of Dreary Tranquillity.

Men Don't Know Anything! Men Don't Know When Their Lives Became So Entirely Awful, When Everyone Else Turned Into Such A Tosser! A Man Does Not Know How He Came By The Half A Pie He Is Holding In His Hand. And Scientists - Those Frauds - Seize On This, And Try To Use It As Proof Of The Mysteries Of Human Consciousness And The Unknowable Nature Of The Brain, Which Is Rubbish!

Stand-up Came Naturally To Me Because People In Ireland Talk. But That's Not Talking On Panel Shows; It Is Structured Fun. It Reminds Me Of Some Tragic Aunt Clapping Her Hands And Bouncing Into A Room And Announcing We Should All Play Games... And If We Don't We Are All A Rotten Spoilsport.

I Would Never Really Analyse What I Do. I Leave That To Other People - I'm Not A Critic. I Just Want To Get On With Whatever I Have In Hand, You Know? Just Try To Make The Best Job Of The Available Material.

The Fight Against Capitalism Has Many Aspects, Particularly The Distinctive Economic Models That Concentrate The Capital In Few Hands.

Some Take Advantage Of Natural Resources To Put The Capital In The Hands Of The Few, While Some Use These Natural Resources To Benefit The Majority, As We Do In Bolivia.

I'm A Clean Freak And A Germaphobe - I Have Hand Sanitizer In My Pocket.

Nothing Seems Crueler--or More Ironic--than These Upper Crusters Who Never Pay A Dime For Their High-priced Shrinks Or Reflexology Sessions To Call Those Who Just Want That Tumor Removed From Their Uterus A Bunch Of Commies. Well, The Revolution Is At Hand And Let's Hope All Those Uninsured Commies Give The Rich Such A Headache That A Whole Bottle Of Advil Won't Be Enough To Take The Pain Way.

Every Film Is Hard Work, And A Few Lucky People Do Get Oscars For What They Do, And It's Recognition For All That Hard Work On A Certain Level. If You Didn't Do The Hard Work, You Wouldn't Be Standing There. On The Other Hand, People Do A Lot Of Hard Work And Don't Get Oscars, So It's A Mixture Of Glory And Injustice At The Same Time.

The Word Processor Is A Better Tool Than A Quill Pen Because You Can Do So Much More With It, But On The Other Hand, What You Have To Say And How You Say It Is The Ultimate Determination.

So Is There A Difference Between Democrats And Republicans? Sure. The Democrats Say One Thing ("save The Planet!") And Then Do Another--quietly Holding Hands Behind The Scenes With The Bastards Who Make This World A Dirtier, Meaner Place. The Republicans Just Come Right Out And Give The Bastards A Corner Office In The West Wing. That's The Difference.

I Don't Want To Involve Myself In The Various Arguments About Why Israel Was Created . . . . . I Want To Deal With The Situation At Hand Which Is The Ongoing Killing On Both Sides. . . . . . . It's True That There's Also Much Oppression Of Palestinians In Arab Countries, Where Palestinians Aren't Allowed To Vote Or Own Property And Are Treated As Second Class Citizens And Pawns In The Fight Against Israel. But I'm Not Going To Spend My Time On This Since There Is Isn't A Whole Lot I Can Do About It.

My Face, My Self, What Would They Mean To Anybody? Just Another Stiff. So This Self Of Mine Passes Some Other's Self On The Street - What Do We Have To Say To Each Other? Hey There! Hi Ya!that's About It. Nobody Raises A Hand. No One Turns Around To Take Another Look.

And The Sculptor Woman Was So Clever In The Way She Did It. She Had The Beret Just About To Leave My Hand. So It's Attached To This Finger And That's What Will Keep It There. And I'm Looking Up At It, So There's No Question But That That Beret Is Going To Fly.

Oshima's Silent For A Time As He Gazes At The Forest, Eyes Narrowed. Birds Are Flitting From One Branch To The Next. His Hands Are Clasped Behind His Head. "i Know How You Feel," He Finally Says. "but This Is Something You Have To Work Out On Your Own. Nobody Can Help You. That's What Love's All About, Kafka. You're The One Having Those Wonderful Feelings, But You Have To Go It Alone As You Wander Through The Dark. Your Mind And Body Have To Bear It All. All By Yourself.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.

Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

As Long As I Stared At The Clock, At Least The World Remained In Motion. Not A Very Consequential World, But In Motion Nonetheless. And As Long As I Knew The World Was Still In Motion, I Knew I Existed. Not A Very Consequential Existence, But An Existence Nonetheless. It Struck Me As Wanting That Someone Should Confirm His Own Existence Only By The Hands Of An Electric Wall Clock. There Had To Be A More Cognitive Means Of Confirmation. But Try As I Might, Nothing Less Facile Came To Mind.

Where Are You Now?’ Where Was I Now? Gripping The Receiver, I Raised My Hand And Turned To See What Lay Beyond The Telephone Booth. Where Was I Now? I Had No Idea. No Idea At All. Where Was This Place? All That Flashed Into My Eyes Were The Countless Shapes Of People Walking By To Nowhere. Again And Again, I Called Out For Midori From The Dead Center Of This Place That Was No Place.

I Definitely Am Looking To Do Some More Dramatic Roles; I'd Love To Do A Period Piece. I'm Just Getting Started; I Feel Like There's A Whole Wealth Of Options Out There To Try My Hand At.

At The Entrance To The Original Tower, There Is A Stone Into Which Jung Carved Some Words With His Own Hand: 'cold Or Not, God Is Present.

And Everywhere, Infinite Options, Infinite Possibilities. An Infinity, And At The Same Time, Zero. We Try To Scoop It All Up In Our Hands, And What We Get Is A Handful Of Zero. That's The City

Everybody's Born With Some Different Thing At The Core Of Their Existence. And That Thing, Whatever It Is, Becomes Like A Heat Source That Runs Each Person From The Inside. I Have One Too, Of Course. Like Everybody Else. But Sometimes It Gets Out Of Hand. It Swells Or Shrinks Inside Me, And It Shakes Me Up. What I'd Really Like To Do Is Find A Way To Communicate That Feeling To Another Person.

They Sat On A Park Bench, Held Hands, And Told Each Other Their Stories Hour After Hour. They Were Not Lonely Anymore. They Had Found And Been Found By Their 100% Perfect Other. What A Wonderful Thing It Is To Find And Be Found By Your 100% Perfect Other. It's A Miracle, A Cosmic Miracle.

The Problem With A Beautiful Woman Is That She Makes Everyone Around Her Feel Hopelessly Masculine, Which If You’re Already Male To Begin With Poses No Particular Problem. But If You’re Anyone Else, Your Whole Sexual Identity Gets Dragged Into The Principal’s Office: “so What’s This I Hear About You Prancing Around, Masquerading As A Woman?” You Are Answerless. You Are Sitting On Your Hands. You Are Praying For Your Breasts To Grow, Your Hair To Perk Up.

Crying Is Personal. On The Other Hand, Laughing Is More General . Laughing Makes Our Hearts Wider.

Not To Excuse Myself, But When You Have People Right In Front Of You Denying Your Very Presence Like That, Then See If You Don't Doubt Whether You Actually Exist. I Look At My Hands Half Expecting To See Clear Through Them.

They Had, Finally, The Only Thing Anyone Really Wants In Life: Someone To Hold Your Hand When You Die.

What Would Tomorrow Bring? I Wondered. Both Hands On The Wheel, I Closed My Eyes. I Didn’t Feel Like I Was In My Own Body; My Body Was Just A Lonely, Temporary Container I Happened To Be Borrowing. What Would Become Of Me Tomorrow I Did Not Know.

Those Five Fingers And That Palm Were Like A Display Case Crammed Full Of Everything I Wanted To Know--and Everything I Had To Know. By Taking My Hand, She Showed Me What These Things Were. That Within The Real World, A Place Like This Existed. In The Space Of Those Ten Seconds I Became I Tiny Bird, Fluttering In The Air, The Wind Rushing By. From High In The Sky I Could See A Scene Far Away. It Was So Far Off I Couldn't Make It Out Clearly, Yet Something Was There, And I Knew That Someday I Would Travel To That Place.

Now I Really Make The Little Idea From Clay, And I Hold It In My Hand. I Can Turn It, Look At It From Underneath, See It From One View, Hold It Against The Sky, Imagine It Any Size I Like, And Really Be In Control Almost Like God Creating Something.

I'm In No Position To Hand Down Any Advice," He Said, "but There's A Rule I Follow When I Don't Know What To Do." "a Rule?" "if You Have To Choose Between Something That Has Form And Something That Doesn't, Go For The One Without Form. That's My Rule. Whenever I Run Into A Wall I Follow That Rule, And It Always Works Out. Even If It's Hard Going At The Time.

I Haven't Had That Many Women - Only As Many As I Could Lay My Hands On.

My Father Always Told Me: 'give Somebody A Hand And He'll Take An Arm.

Like Most Novelists, I Like To Do Exactly The Opposite Of What I'm Told. It's In My Nature As A Novelist. Novelists Can't Trust Anything They Haven't Seen With Their Own Eyes Or Touched With Their Own Hands.

I Don't Know Anybody Who Is Raising Their Hand Saying, "oh God, I Love Being Vulnerable And Needy."

I Wasn't In Love With Her. And She Didn't Love Me. For Me The Question Of Love Was Irrelevant. What I Sought Was The Sense Of Being Tossed About By Some Raging, Savage Force, In The Midst Of Which Lay Something Absolutely Crucial. I Had No Idea What That Was. But I Wanted To Thrust My Hand Right Inside Her Body And Touch It, Whatever It Was.

Next Out Of The Hall Came The Sisters And Their Husbands. Before I Could Say Anything, The Captain Had Clamped His Hand Over My Mouth And Was Lifting Me Off My Feet As I Kicked. Cornwall Made As To Draw His Dagger, But Regan Pulled Him Away. "you've Just Won A Kingdom, My Duke, Killing Vermin Is A Servant's Task. Leave The Bitter Fool Stew In His Own Bile." She Wanted Me. It Was Clear.

...as If Someone Had Thrown A Hand Grenade Into The Middle Of A Teddy Bear Orgy And The Only Survivors Had Had Their Fur Blown Off.

Holding This Soft, Small Living Creature In My Lap This Way, Though, And Seeing How It Slept With Complete Trust In Me, I Felt A Warm Rush In My Chest. I Put My Hand On The Cat's Chest And Felt His Heart Beating. The Pulse Was Faint And Fast, But His Heart, Like Mine, Was Ticking Off The Time Allotted To His Small Body With All The Restless Earnestness Of My Own.

Yo, Yo, Yo, Check It Out," Said Pj, With Enough Hand Gestures That Any Deaf Person Watching Would Have Thought He Had Asl Tourette's Syndrome

Setbacks, On The Other Hand, Just Make Us Feel Weak And Stupid: I Should Have Conquered This By Now. I Happened On A Question Not Long Ago That Oerfectly Expresses This Mentality: How Many Times Must I Prove Myself An Idiot?

God Surpasses Our Dreams When We Reach Past Our Personal Plans And Agenda To Grab The Hand Of Christ And Walk The Path He Chose For Us. He Is Obligated To Keep Us Dissatisfied Until We Come To Him And His Plan For Complete Satisfaction.

Beloved, Whatever We Are Gripping To Bring Us Satisfaction Is A Lie-unless It Is Christ. He Is The Truth That Sets Us Free. If You Are Holding Anything In Your Craving For Satisfaction Right Now, Would You Be Willing To Acknowledge It As A Lie? Even If You Feel You Can't Let Go Of It Right This Moment, Would You Lift It Before Him-perhaps Literally Lifting Your Fisted Hand As A Symbol-and Confess It As An Idol? God Does Not Condemn You. He Calls You.

On Horseback He Seemed To Require As Many Hands As A Hindu God, At Least Four For Clutching The Reins, And Two More For Patting The Horse Soothingly On The Neck.

Never Will He Hold Your Hand More Tightly Than When He Is Leading You Through The Dark.

She Sits In Her Usual Ample Armchair, With Piles Of Books And Unopened Magazines Around Her. She Sips Cautiously From The Mug Of Weak Herb Tea Which Is Now Her Substitute For Coffee. At One Time She Thought That She Could Not Live Without Coffee, But It Turned Out That It Is Really The Warm Large Mug She Wants In Her Hands, That Is The Aid To Thought Or Whatever It Is She Practices Through The Procession Of Hours, Or Of Days.

Your Face Encompasses The Beauty Of The Whole Earth. Your Lips, As Red As Ripening Fruit, Gently Part As If In Pain. It Is The Smile Of A Corpse. Now The Hand Of Death Touches Life. The Chain Is Forged That Links The Thousand Families That Are Dead To The Thousand Generations To Come.

You Know What I Wish? I Wish All The Scum Of The Earth Had One Throat And I Had My Hands About It.

A World Grows Up Around Me. Am I Shaping It, Or Do Its Predetermined Contours Guide My Hand?

The Chancellor Looked Down At The Empty Table For A Minute. Then He Shrugged, Looked Up, And Gave A Surprisingly Jaunty Smile. "all In Favor Of Admitting First-term Kvothe's Reckless Use Of Sympathy As Proof Of Mastery Of Basic Principles Of Sympathy Vote By Show Of Hands.

Hours Later The Blank Sheet Still Stared At Me, And I Beat My Fist Against The Desk In Fury And Fustration, Striking It So Hard My Hand Bled. That Is How Heavy A Secret Can Become. It Can Make Blood Flow Easier Than Ink.

To The Gods Belong Power, And To Us The Work Of Our Hands.

His Is A Loving, Tender Hand, Full Of Sympathy And Compassion.

We Should Not Shrink From Opportunities Where Our Faith May Be Tried. The More I Am In A Position To Be Tried In Faith, The More I Will Have The Opportunity Of Seeing God’s Help And Deliverance. Every Fresh Instance In Which He Helps And Delivers Me Will Increase My Faith. The Believer Should Not Shrink From Situations, Positions, Or Circumstances In Which His Faith May Be Tried, But He Should Cheerfully Embrace Them As Opportunities To See The Hand Of God Stretched Out In Help And Deliverance. Thus His Faith Will Be Strengthened.

If You Have So Much Business To Attend To That You Have No Time To Pray, Depend Upon It That You Have More Business On Hand Than God Ever Intended You Should Have.

I'm An Investor In Makerbot, Which Is A Good Example Of The 'thingiverse'. The Idea Of Applying Collaboration And Rapid Iteration To Things That We Interact With And Hold In Our Hands Everyday Is Super Revolutionary.

There Is No Greater Honour Than To Be The Instrument In God's Hands Of Leading One Person Out Of The Kingdom Of Satan Into The Glorious Light Of Heaven.

Yes, It's Beautiful,' Said Gilbert, Looking Steadily Down Into Anne's Uplifted Face, 'but Wouldn't It Have Been More Beautiful Still, Anne, If There Had Been No Separation Or Misunderstanding . . . If They Had Come Hand In Hand All The Way Through Life, With No Memories Behind Them But Those Which Belonged To Each Other?

On The Other Hand, At Some Level The Mass Of Unresolved Issues In Northern Ireland Does Influence The Fact That There Are So Many Good Writers In The Place.

Well Now, I'd Rather Have You Than A Dozen Boys, Anne,' Said Matthew Patting Her Hand. 'just Mind You That — Rather Than A Dozen Boys. Well Now, I Guess It Wasn't A Boy That Took The Avery Scholarship, Was It? It Was A Girl — My Girl — My Girl That I'm Proud Of.

To Be Both Rich And Handsome Was Bad Enough. But To Have A Voice Like Honey Over Warm Bread On Top Of That Was Simply Inexcusable.

I Don't Agree With You In Saying That In All Human Minds There Is Poetry. Man As He Came From The Hand Of His Maker Was Poetic In Both Mind And Body, But The Gross Heathenism Of Civilization Has Generally Destroyed Nature, And Poetry, And All That Is Spiritual.

There Is Some Conflict Between Religion And Science In My World, But That's Nothing New. Science, At Its Root, Is A Rational Discipline. Religion, On The Other Hand, Is Fundamentally Trans-rational. Both Of Them Attempt To Solve Problems, But Since Their Methodology Is Vastly Different, They Can't Help But Come Into Conflict.

But No Temple Made With Hands Can Compare With Yosemite. Every Rock In Its Walls Seems To Glow With Life...as If Into This One Mountain Mansion Nature Had Gathered Her Choicest Treasures.

An Atlas, Whose Back Is Bowed And Whose Hands Are Busy Holding Up The World, Has No Arms To Lift To Deal With His Own Defense. Increase His Burdens And You Will Crush Him...this Is Our Present Posture...this Suggestions I Make...would...conserve American Lives For American Ends.

I...am Always Glad To Touch The Living Rock Again And Dip My Hand In The High Mountain Air.

The Libertarian Sees The State As A Giant Gang Of Organized Criminals, Who Live Off The Theft Called "taxation" And Use The Proceeds To Kill, Enslave, And Generally Push People Around. Therefore, Any Property In The Hands Of The State Is In The Hands Of Thieves, And Should Be Liberated As Quickly As Possible. Any Person Or Group Who Liberates Such Property, Who Confiscates Or Appropriates It From The State, Is Performing A Virtuous Act And A Signal Service To The Cause Of Liberty.

We Libertarians Are Not The Spokesmen For Any Ethnic Or Economic Class; We Are The Spokesmen For All Classes, For All Of The Public; We Strive To See All Of These Groups United, Hand-in-hand, In Opposition To The Plundering And Privileged Minority That Constitutes The Rulers Of The State.

The Man Who Puts All The Guns And All The Decision-making Power Into The Hands Of The Central Government And Then Says, ‘limit Yourself’; It Is He Who Is Truly The Impractical Utopian.

Fear Doesn't Shut You Down; It Wakes You Up. I've Seen It. It's Fascinating." He Releases Me But Doesn't Pull Away, His Hand Grazing My Jaw, My Neck. "sometimes I Just...want To See It Again. Want To See You Awake.

Four Flips The Gun In This Hand, Presses The Barrel To Peter's Forehead, And Clicks A Bullet Into Place. Peter Freezes With His Lips Parted, The Yawn Dead In His Mouth. "wake. Up," Four Snaps. "you Are Holding A Loaded Gun, You Idiot. Act Like It.

Four Grabs A Bar With Each Hand And Pulls Himself Up, Easy, Like He's Sitting Up In Bed. But He Is Not Comfortable Or Natural Here--- Every Muscle In His Arm Stands Out. It Is A Stupid Thing For Me To Think When I Am One Hundred Feet Off The Ground.

He Slides His Hand Over My Cheek, One Finger Anchored Behind My Ear. Then He Tilts His Head Down And Kisses Me, Sending A Warm Ache Through My Body. I Wrap My Hands Around His Arm, Holding Him There As Long As I Can. When He Touches Me, The Hollowed-out Feeling In My Chest And Stomach Is Not As Noticeable.

No Temple Made With Hands Can Compare With Yosemite.

I Hear Footsteps And Four's Hands Wrap Around My Wrists. I Let Him Pry My Hands From My Eyes. He Encloses One Of My Hands Perfectly Between Two Of His. The Warmth Of His Skin Overwhelms The Ache In My Fingers From Holding The Bars. "you All Right?" He Asks, Pressing Our Hands Together. "yeah." He Starts To Laugh.

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

"i'll Be Your Family Now," He Says. "i Love You," I Say. He Stares At Me. I Wait With My Hands Clutching His Arms For Stability As He Considers His Response. He Frowns At Me. "say It Again." "tobias," I Say, "i Love You."

His Hand Touches My Waist, Steadies Me. The Touch Sends A Shock Through My Body, And All My Insides Burn Like His Fingers Ignited Them. I Pull Close To Him, Pressing My Body Against His, And Lift My Head To Kiss Him.