winter

In the absence of other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence.

All the powers of the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.

Of my hands I give to you, O Lord
Of my hands I give to you.
I give to you as you gave to me
Of my hands I give to you.

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess.

You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.

Just as a pebble thrown into the water creates ripples, so our thoughts create similar effects in our palms.

Good human work honors God's work. Good work uses no thing without respect, both for what it is in itself and for its origin. It uses neither tool nor material that it does not respect and that it does not love. It honors nature as a great mystery and power, as an indispensable teacher, and as the inescapable judge of all work of human hands.

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.

If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see our parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.

Hold a true friend with both hands.