How can you see something that isn't there?" yawned the Humbug, who wasn't fully awake yet. "Sometimes, it's much simpler than seeing things that are,"he said. "For instance, if something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn't there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That's why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones. " "Then where is Reality?" barked Tock. "Right here,"cried Alec, waving his arms.
I understood once I held a baby in my arms, why some people have the need to keep having them.
Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
I lost an arm on my last trip home.
Nature! We are surrounded by her and locked in her clasp: powerless to leave her, and powerless to come closer to her. Unasked and unwarned she takes us up into the whirl of her dance, and hurries on with us till we are weary and fall from her arms.
My sense of view became tactile not colourful, immediate not distant. Something within arms' reach
The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.
Man, it seems, is not able to bear the languid rest on Nature's bosom, and when the trumpet sounds the signal of danger, he hastens to join his comrades, no matter what the cause that calls him to arms. He rushes into the thickest of the fight, and amid the uproar of the battle regains confidence in himself and his powers.
In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each other often as we spoke; and on shore in explorations of the past, we strolled with our arms linked.
Outsidetheir laboratories, thephysicianand chemist are soldiers without arms on the field of battle.
Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile.
It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.
He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.
Losing an arm is kinda lame at one point, but at the same time, so much good has come out of it.
When I broke my arm, I knew there was something a lot bigger than baseball (about to happen). . . I had a sense that God had something for me, something bigger than baseball.
It has been calculated by the ablest politicians that no State, without being soon exhausted, can maintain above the hundredth part of its members in arms and idleness.
you will not falter, because you will have the Everlasting Arm of the Lord God of Hosts to lean on. Yes. With God’s help you will stand.
Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
Our American friends offer us money, arms, and advice. We take the money, we take the arms, and we decline the advice.