Yes, of course. But. . . how?" Kat felt her crew around her: Hamish's arm hung around Simon's shoulders; Gabrielle's delicate hands draped through the arms of Angus and Nick. Kat's own hand found Hale's, then, fingers interlacing, palms pressing together so tightly that Kat knew nothing could come between them. Nothing. She looked at him. No one. "It's easy," Kat said, "when you don't have to do it alone.
I do not wish disaster to British arms.
We are all connected. When one arm or foot is poisoned, the whole body becomes infected.
Propaganda was an important arm of the Soviet diplomacy, very important.
I think that Iran with a nuclear weapon is extremely destabilizing. I think it could precipitate a nuclear arms race in the region.
The king's might is greater than human, and his arm is very long.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
The moment our dignity is undermined, we get up in arms and want to see our dignity restored - especially if we are humiliated.
Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.
He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the arms of reason and deserted the post of virtue.
I like to wear sleeves because they cover up my arms.
My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees.
I paused outside your door to see if you were awake, and you clearly were, so I came in. " "You still can't just barge in. " I crossed my arms over my chest. "Would you like me to go back out and knock?" Loki gestured to the doors behind him. "Would that make you feel better?
Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.
Anger and humour are like the left and right arm. They complement each other.
The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.
I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
When men take up arms to set other men free, there is something sacred and holy in the warfare.
Somebody will come up to me after a show and have me sign their arm, and the next time I see them my autograph has been permanently inscribed on their arm.