Cross your fingers the group doesn't eat me alive over this.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
"I know," he said with a sigh, running fingers through his hair.
His fingers pressed gently, guiding her closer.
Her fingers searched and found the door handle - just in case.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
The feel of his warm fingers on her temple was comforting.
She melted into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and welcoming the feel of his fingers as they searched for the zipper on the back of her dress.
Instinctively her fingers affirmed her hair was in order for the mug shot.
Fingers caressed her hand gently and then slipped over her palm.
The moon peeked shyly over the dunes and moved searching fingers of dim light across the dunes.
We forbade ourselves to even discuss our impetuous actions for fear of disturbing Howie so all we could do is cross our fingers and pray.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
His fingers touched her chin and slid down her throat, exploring their way down to her bodice.
As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.
His fingers dug into her breast as he eagerly nursed.
She sighed and ran fingers through her tangled hair.
Her fingers found the door handle - just in case.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
She touched her lips with trembling fingers, her face burning.
Tammy's tiny fingers coaxed a cookie from the package, giggled as she handed it to Lisa.
His long fingers traced her jaw to the hair on the back of her neck.
When his fingers stopped their work, they lingered.
Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
Bruises in the shape of fingers reminded her of the ordeal.
Lisa put shaking fingers to her mouth to silence an involuntary cry.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
His strong fingers pried the whip from her hand and he tossed it away.
She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.
She dug her fingers into the soft sand, avoiding his eyes.
She ran her fingers along his muscular forearm.
Cautiously her fingers felt the ground around her and touched the cold steel barrel.
She ran her fingers along the smooth marble mantle.
Suddenly strong fingers began working her shoulder muscles, delightfully descending to the muscles on either side of her spine.
The fingers ceased their massage and he took her arm, leading her to a dry rock.
She woke, her fingers entwined in the sheet, feeling aroused and frustrated.
She untangled her fingers from the sheet and punched her pillow.
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
He shook his head and ran his fingers along the rich top of the piano.
Claudette laced her fingers and leaned against the counter, eyeing Cynthia with a puzzled expression.
She moved past him and gingerly felt behind the stove until her fingers closed around the shaker.
His lips crushed down on hers, bruising them as his fingers dug into her shoulders.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair until it stood on end.
He lifted her chin with two fingers, and the expression on his face might have been amusing under different circumstances.
Cool fingers brushed her cheek lightly and she woke to find Cade leaning over her.
His fingers caressed her palm warmly and then he brushed the hair away from her cheek.
His fingers gripped her wrist as she started to move away.
Instead, her fingers slid across the smooth muscles and up to his neck, drawing his mouth down harder on hers.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
Lacing his fingers through hers, his palms touched hers – so warm and exciting.
He chuckled and ran cool fingers across her hot cheek.
Howie had taken to picking at his fingers when the tension built.
We played back our conversation with crossed fingers and not a small dose of nervousness.
After all, we both have ten fingers, two lungs, and a tongue located in our mouth.
Then, make them all soak their fingers in ice water so they are numb and work even slower, creating another thirty jobs for cold-fingered, blindfolded cotton seed removers.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
During the whole trip I did not have one fit of temper, there were so many things to keep my mind and fingers busy.
My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring.
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
She made raised maps in clay, so that I could feel the mountain ridges and valleys, and follow with my fingers the devious course of rivers.
In reading my teacher's lips I was wholly dependent on my fingers: I had to use the sense of touch in catching the vibrations of the throat, the movements of the mouth and the expression of the face; and often this sense was at fault.
It astonished me to find how much easier it is to talk than to spell with the fingers, and I discarded the manual alphabet as a medium of communication on my part; but Miss Sullivan and a few friends still use it in speaking to me, for it is more convenient and more rapid than lip-reading.
Constant practice makes the fingers very flexible, and some of my friends spell rapidly--about as fast as an expert writes on a typewriter.
I was permitted to spend a part of each day in the Institution library, and to wander from bookcase to bookcase, and take down whatever book my fingers lighted upon.
When her fingers were too tired to spell another word, I had for the first time a keen sense of my deprivations.
Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, the blood throbbing in my temples, and all the hatred that a child can feel concentrated in my heart.
Sometimes a daring little fish slips between my fingers, and often a pond-lily presses shyly against my hand.
Of course the little ones cannot spell on their fingers; but I manage to read their lips.
I have a picture of old Rip in my fingers which they will never lose.
My fingers lighted upon a beautiful volume of Tennyson's poems, and when Miss Sullivan told me what it was I began to recite:
Then I asked many questions about the poem, and read his answers by placing my fingers on his lips.
Mr. Drew says little girls in China cannot talk on their fingers but I think when I go to China I will teach them.
Sometimes she tries to spell very short words on her small [fingers] but she is too young to remember hard words.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
But teacher came to me and taught my little fingers to use the beautiful key that has unlocked the door of my dark prison and set my spirit free.
In a prefatory note which Miss Sullivan wrote for St. Nicholas, she says that people frequently said to her, "Helen sees more with her fingers than we do with our eyes."
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Cambridge, February 2, 1901. ...By the way, have you any specimens of English braille especially printed for those who have lost their sight late in life or have fingers hardened by long toil, so that their touch is less sensitive than that of other blind people?
When a psychologist asked her if Miss Keller spelled on her fingers in her sleep, Miss Sullivan replied that she did not think it worth while to sit up and watch, such matters were of so little consequence.
She reaches out and touches the leaves, and the world of growing things is hers, as truly as it is ours, to enjoy while she holds the leaves in her fingers and smells the blossoms, and to remember when the walk is done.
The deaf person with sight looks at the fingers of his companion, but it is also possible to feel them.
Miss Keller puts her fingers lightly over the hand of one who is talking to her and gets the words as rapidly as they can be spelled.
The time that one of Miss Keller's friends realizes most strongly that she is blind is when he comes on her suddenly in the dark and hears the rustle of her fingers across the page.
When a passage interests her, or she needs to remember it for some future use, she flutters it off swiftly on the fingers of her right hand.
Miss Sullivan says that both she and Miss Keller remember "in their fingers" what they have said.
It is now sixty-five years since Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe knew that he had made his way through Laura Bridgman's fingers to her intelligence.
I shook my head and tried to form the letters with her fingers; but she got more and more angry.
If she wanted to indicate something large, she spread the fingers of both hands as wide as she could, and brought them together, as if to clasp a big ball.
She kept spelling "dog--baby" and pointing to her five fingers one after another, and sucking them.
She pointed to each puppy, one after another, and to her five fingers, and I taught her the word FIVE.
WE MAKE A SORT OF GAME OF IT and try to see who can find the words most quickly, Helen with her fingers, or I with my eyes, and she learns as many new words as I can explain with the help of those she knows.
When her fingers light upon words she knows, she fairly screams with pleasure and hugs and kisses me for joy, especially if she thinks she has me beaten.
It was amusing to see her hold it before her eyes and spell the sentences out on her fingers, just as I had done.
I said, "Mildred doesn't understand your fingers, and we must be very gentle with her."
Next I turned to the first page of the primer and made her touch the word CAT, spelling it on my fingers at the same time.
Several little girls have learned to spell on their fingers and are very proud of the accomplishment.
My fingers and head ached; but Helen was as fresh and full of spirit as when we left home.
Then it is beautiful to observe with what patience, sweetness, and perseverance Helen endeavours to bring the unruly fingers of her little friend into proper position.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
Enough appears in the accounts by Miss Keller's teacher to show the process by which she reads the lips with her fingers, the process by which she was taught to speak, and by which, of course, she can listen to conversation now.
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, neither shorter nor longer.
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms--the refusal was all I wanted--but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
The fingers and toes flow to their extent from the thawing mass of the body.
It convinces me that Earth is still in her swaddling-clothes, and stretches forth baby fingers on every side.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white, turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his eyebrows gave it to the waiter.
His thin, worn, sallow face was covered with deep wrinkles, which always looked as clean and well washed as the tips of one's fingers after a Russian bath.
"I... don't..." he muttered, holding up two fingers to his cap.
Prince Andrew looked at Tushin from under his brows and his fingers twitched nervously.
Boris, in the accurate way characteristic of him, was building a little pyramid of chessmen with his delicate white fingers while awaiting Berg's move, and watched his opponent's face, evidently thinking about the game as he always thought only of whatever he was engaged on.
Most of those present were elderly, respected men with broad, self-confident faces, fat fingers, and resolute gestures and voices.
Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
What spark has set my inmost soul on fire, What is this bliss that makes my fingers thrill?
The next day the regimental commander sent for Denisov, and holding his fingers spread out before his eyes said:
Boris, with one leg crossed over the other and stroking his left hand with the slender fingers of his right, listened to Rostov as a general listens to the report of a subordinate, now looking aside and now gazing straight into Rostov's eyes with the same veiled look.
Napoleon, without looking, pressed two fingers together and the badge was between them.
With its huge ungainly limbs sprawling unsymmetrically, and its gnarled hands and fingers, it stood an aged, stern, and scornful monster among the smiling birch trees.
Neither gnarled fingers nor old scars nor old doubts and sorrows were any of them in evidence now.
Without looking at anyone, "Uncle" blew the dust off it and, tapping the case with his bony fingers, tuned the guitar and settled himself in his armchair.
Dimmler had finished the piece but still sat softly running his fingers over the strings, evidently uncertain whether to stop or to play something else.
Keep calm, I will call again tomorrow, said Metivier; and putting his fingers to his lips he hastened away.
As soon as Rostov, followed by Ilyin, Lavrushka, and Alpatych, came up to the crowd, Karp, thrusting his fingers into his belt and smiling a little, walked to the front.
The young man in the fur-lined coat, stooping a little, stood in a submissive attitude, his fingers clasped before him.
Just when Pierre snatched at and struck up the pistol Makar Alexeevich at last got his fingers on the trigger, there was a deafening report, and all were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
Her long, thin, practiced fingers rapidly unplaited, replaited, and tied up her plait.
In one thin, translucently white hand he held a handkerchief, while with the other he stroked the delicate mustache he had grown, moving his fingers slowly.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
After she felt herself deserted by Princes Mary and alone in her grief, Natasha spent most of the time in her room by herself, sitting huddled up feet and all in the corner of the sofa, tearing and twisting something with her slender nervous fingers and gazing intently and fixedly at whatever her eyes chanced to fall on.
Every word of Pierre's burned into his heart, and with a nervous movement of his fingers he unconsciously broke the sealing wax and quill pens his hands came upon on his uncle's table.
"I will tell you this," he said, rising and trying with nervously twitching fingers to prop up his pipe in a corner, but finally abandoning the attempt.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
His fingers unwrapped from her wrists and his warm palms caressed hers.
Her fingers encountered Alex's as he assisted her.
He was amazingly good, his fingers plucking the strings with quick nimble strokes.
He nibbled at her shirt and she ran her fingers across his velvety muzzle.
They made no sounds at all, either in flying or trying to speak, and they conversed mainly by means of quick signals made with their wooden fingers or lips.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
He seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
Puckering up his face though smiling, and showing his short strong teeth, he began with stubby fingers of both hands to ruffle up his thick tangled black hair.
The black, hairy, snub-nosed face of Vaska Denisov, and his whole short sturdy figure with the sinewy hairy hand and stumpy fingers in which he held the hilt of his naked saber, looked just as it usually did, especially toward evening when he had emptied his second bottle; he was only redder than usual.
Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies.
Natasha was sixteen and it was the year 1809, the very year to which she had counted on her fingers with Boris after they had kissed four years ago.
Played "Uncle" once more, running his fingers skillfully over the strings, and then he stopped short and jerked his shoulders.