“Let me make it quite clear that when Christians say the Christ-life is in them, they do not mean simply something mental or moral. When they speak of being "in Christ" or of Christ being "in them", this is not simply a way of saying that they are thinking about Christ or copying Him. They mean that Christ is actually operating through them; that the whole mass of Christians are the physical organism through which Christ acts--that we are His fingers and muscles, the cells of His body.” ThinkingWayMeanWholeBodyChristianLife IsSpeakChristMoralClearMassLet MeFingersCellsMusclesOrganismsCopying Author:C. S. Lewis
“Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me” PeopleWarHelpingHandsFightingLordEnemyTroubleMinesGoodnessLet MeBlessedFingersTheeTriumphAshamedHelp MeTowersShieldsHasteFortressesSaving Private Ryan Author:Barry Pepper
“At that moment of realization (that union with God is always present), that's when God let me go, let me slide through His fingers with this last compassionate, unspoken message: You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.” MayMomentsLastsSpiritualityReturnMessagesLet MeUnionsFingersRealizationThat MomentCompassionateSlidesUnspokenLet Me Go Author:Elizabeth Gilbert
“Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.” WantFeelsHardStrongHairArmsLet MeFingersLipsGentleNecksRoughRacingSmoothWant HimLet Me Go Book:Forbidden Source: Forbidden
“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.” FeelsHappensFormBlackRealizingLossGriefFireRegretLike YouSorrowTasteAngelLet MeFingersSpreadCooksSubstanceThickAshesDipDissolvingSyrup Author:Jodi Picoult
“Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.” IfsSaidFacesHairPleaseSafeLet MeFingersEdgesShouldersTonightPushingStay With Me Book:Silence Source: Silence
“Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she’d made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. “Let me go!” “In a minute.” As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. “Hit like this.” Done, he released her.” LittlesMadeStillsHardDoneBodyHurtLinesMinutesArmsLet MeAbuseFingersAcceptedWoundsFistsThumbsSpunLet Me Go Book:The Darkest Seduction Source: The Darkest Seduction
“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.” IfsNeedsLooksLongSaidEnoughHandsBigsSpeakStrongMemoriesHeardLet MeFingersPetalsSlenderSwellingPatroclus Author:Madeline Miller
“I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I’d start sobbing again. “Whoa, there.” Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. “Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?” IfsHandsFacesSidesTalkingHairOkayLet MeWake UpFingersStaringYour FaceFangsStrandsBreathlessSobbingTracing Author:James Patterson
“The queen's eyes smouldered. "I know my own kind when I see them, and right now there is one in these city walls." She pointed a finger toward the balcony."I want her found and brought to me." "Right," said Kai,"that'll be no problem in a city of two and a half million people. Let me just go dig out my special Lunar detector, and I'll get right on that.” PeopleKnowsWantKindSaidTwoProblemEyeFoundMy OwnCitiesHalfMillionsSpecialWallRight NowLet MeFingersQueensNo ProblemBalconiesCity Walls Author:Marissa Meyer
“If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. "Are you dying for him?" she whispered. "And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." "Oh, you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" "Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.” IfsGivingMayChildrenLittlesHandsEyeLastsFacesYoungPoorDoubtSawsWifeDyingCitizensWeakLet MeGive MeBraveFingersPatientLipsHungerStrangerTouchedNot AfraidWornAstonishmentHush Author:Charles Dickens
“Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.” KnowsFeelingsHandsArmsLet MeFingersTouch Me Author:LaVyrle Spencer
“Ian didn't come. He just sat here with you--he said he didn't care what you looked like. He wouldn't let anyone else put a finger on your tank at all, not even me or Mel. But Doc let me watch this time. It was way cool, Wanda. I don't know why you wouldn't let me watch before. They wouldn't let me help, though. Ian wouldn't let anyone touch you but him.' Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.” KnowsWaySaidHelpingHandsCareBeautifulVoiceWatchesHairLowsLet MeFingersSatTanksWanderersSpiritual Love Author:Stephenie Meyer
“Akri won't let me eat any of them nasty gods. What's the world coming to when a demon gots to beg for tidbits...not eve a finger sandwich or a single knuckle. Tragic. Terribly tragic.” WorldLet MeFingersDemonTragicNastySandwichesKnuckles Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon