I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
Hinnah MianHinnah Mian But touch my tears, with your lips. Touch my world, with your fingertips. And we can have forever. And we can love forever. Forever is our today.
Freddie MercuryFreddie Mercury Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.
Elvis PresleyElvis Presley Want girls to let you put your fingers in certain places? Get a manicure.
Tom FordTom Ford Wisdom is there at your fingertips, use it.
Denzel WashingtonDenzel Washington Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.
Alexander PopeAlexander Pope I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.
Soren KierkegaardSoren Kierkegaard I’ve learned, That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you’re hooked for life.
Andy RooneyAndy Rooney Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings The black fist is a meaningless symbol. When you open it, you have nothing but fingers – weak, empty fingers. The only time the black fist has significance is when there’s money inside. There’s where the power lies.
Jesse OwensJesse Owens We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
Shreya JoshiShreya Joshi
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