The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle. And the dance is a celebration of that miracle.
I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, Talking to myself, and would draw blood.william dunbar
But time is tied to the wrist or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.
As it spoke I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bed-clothes: still it wailed, "Let me in!", and maintained its tenacious grip, almost maddening me with fear.emily brontë
That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier’s wrist.jean cocteau
I'm just doing me and you can never understand it. Chicks get hammered, big dick bandit. Money flowing like a slit wrist no bandage.drake
I’ve explored a variety of directions and themes over the years. But I think in my painting you can see the signature of one artist, the work of one wrist.Helen Frankenthaler
You're still searching for these answers They're not inside your wrist
There is a go-for-broke tactic, "the target," taught by the best swordmasters, which consists in headlong advance with arm, wrist, and blade in full extension all attack and no attempt to parry. But it works only by perfect timing when you see your opponent slacken up momentarily. Otherwise it is suicide .
Swordplay is an odd thing; you don't really use your mind, it is much too fast for that. Your wrist thinks and tells your feet and body what to do, bypassing your brain...
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist.Francis Thompson
There is smoke and grease there is the wrist exhaustion , there is laughter , there is the letter seized in the clock and the apple's tang, the river sliding along its banks. darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come.
And the South Wind he was dressed With a ribbon round his breast That floated, flapped, and fluttered In a riotous unrest And a drapery of mist From the shoulder to the wrist Floating backward with the motion Of the waving hand he kissed.james whitcomb riley
There was an ape in the days that were earlier, Centuries passed and his hair became curlier; Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist Then he was a MAN and a Positivist.mortimer collins