I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.
Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.
Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!
Do you wake up in the morning and first thing, centre yourself by looking at your palms together? Thereby have a nice day.
There is not a physicist in the world who can perceive when a parlor magician palms off playing-cards.
The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.
Do you realize that you can't play the game of life with sweaty palms?
Sadie, I can't intervene. " He turned up his palms in frustration. "I told you when we first met, this isn't an actual physical body. " "Shame," I mumbled. "What?" "Nothing. Go on.
I never rooted against an opponent, but I never rooted for him either.
God's got you in the palm of His hand. You won't leave one second before your time. If God wants you to be here, then you're going to be here.
God can do anything. He has all power in the palm of His Hand. My Body, like all other bodies, is a temporary habitation; but, My Power is eternal, all-pervasive, ever-dominant.
When we raise one hand to say "bye-bye" we are gesturing that we are going apart from each other, whereas when we join our palms and bow our head, our hearts become closer.
Auditioning is the most terrifying thing Ive ever done. There must have been four or five of them where I completely froze up and walked out of the room. My palms get sweaty just thinking about it.
Evie hadn’t always felt that way. For a year after James had died, she’d cupped his half-dollar pendant between her pressed palms and prayed fervently for a miracle, for a telegram that would say GOOD NEWS! IT WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE, AND PRIVATE JAMES XAVIER O’NEILL HAS BEEN FOUND, SAFE, IN A FARMHOUSE IN FRANCE. But no such telegram ever arrived, and whatever possible faith might have bloomed in Evie withered and died. Now she saw it as just another advertisement for a life that belonged to a previous generation and held no meaning for hers.
My swing is no uglier than Arnold Palmer's, and it's the same ugly swing every time.
Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore it if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.
The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.
You're a sword not a palm tree
I use an Arnold Palmer putter that was probably built back in 1954.
I am graven on the palms of His hands. I am never out of His mind. All my knowledge of Him depends on His sustained initiative in knowing me. I know Him, because He first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, One who loves me; and there is no moment when His eye is off me, or His attention distracted for me, and no moment, therefore, when His care falters.
