Quotes about Hand

As Francis Thompson wrote in his classic poem "The Hound of Heaven," "Is my gloom, after all, shade of His hand outstretched caressingly?

the fear of madness passes from me considerably upon seeing from close at hand those who are affected with it, as I may very easily be in the future.

Hold everything earthly with a loose hand, but grasp eternal things with a death-like grip

I perceive by the book in my hand, that I am condemned to die, and after that to come to judgment; and I find that I am not willing to do the first; nor able to do the second.

I looked then, and saw a man named Evangelist coming to him and asked, Wherefore dost thou cry? [Job 33:23] {14} He answered, Sir, I perceive by the book in my hand, that I am condemned to die, and after that to come to judgement [Heb. 9:27]; and I find that I am not willing to do the first [Job 16:21], nor able to do the second. [Ezek. 22:14]

Death is a solemn thing, and never so much so as when we see it close at hand. The grave is a chilling, heart-sickening place, and it is vain to pretend it has no terrors.

We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand."

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

I tell you what, Mr. Fledgeby,' said Lammle, advancing on him. 'Since you presume to contradict me, I'll assert myself a little. Give me your nose!' Fledgeby covered it with his hand instead, and said, retreating, 'I beg you won't!' ... 'Say no more, say no more!' Mr. Lammle repeated in a magnificent tone. 'Give me your'--Fledgeby started-- 'hand.

For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the Police in different voices.

The narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery.

touches still; the word which once comforted many a broken-hearted one yet speaks. His hand and His word not only comforted John but also gave strength (cf. Dan. 8.17,18; 10.9,10,18,19). Hand to give strength and word by which to feel comforted. When John realized that the Lord's love remained the same as before, fear naturally left him and strength and comfort became his portion instead.