“Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!”

— Charles Lamb

Lamb's Suppers; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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English essayist 1775–1834

Julia de Burgos (1914–1953) Puerto Rican politician

Source: El Mar y Tu: Otros Poemas

“You see what power is – holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.”

Amy Tan The Kitchen God's Wife

Source: The Kitchen God's Wife (1991), p. 387

“What dirt, what bitterness, what meanness…”

Vasily Blyukher (1889–1938) Soviet military commander

Blyukher during his interrogation by the NKVD in 1938. Quoted in Paweł Wieczorkiewicz, Noty biograficzne w: Fenomen Stalina, Warsaw, 1988.

“I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on.”

James Patterson (1947) American author

Source: First Love

“If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winters night with you”

Gordon Lightfoot (1938) Canadian singer-songwriter

Song For A Winter's Night, Track 10, United Artists A hauntingly beautiful version http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbgfXp5M02M
The Way I Feel (1967)

“Don't talk back;
Just drive the car.
Shut your mouth;
I know what you are.
Don't say nothing;
Keep your hands on the wheel.
Don't turn around;
This is for real.
Digging in the dirt.
Stay with me, I need support.
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt.
Open up the places I got hurt.”

Peter Gabriel (1950) English singer-songwriter, record producer and humanitarian

Digging in the Dirt
Song lyrics, Us (1992)

“You are not free. Myriad invisible hands hold your hands and direct them.”

Nikos Kazantzakis book The Saviors of God

The Saviors of God (1923)
Context: You are not free. Myriad invisible hands hold your hands and direct them. When you rise in anger, a great-grandfather froths at your mouth; when you make love, an ancestral caveman growls with lust; when you sleep, tombs open in your memory till your skull brims with ghosts.

“This misfortune you find is of your own manufacture.
Keep hold of what you have, it will harm no other,
for hatred comes home to the hand that chose it.”

Simon Armitage (1963) Poet, playwright, novelist

Source: The Death of King Arthur: A New Verse Translation

“What gift can I give you from this cell out of which my hand cannot pass? I give you the hand of the people. What celebration can I hold for you? I give you the celebration of a celebrated memory and a celebrated name.”

Zulfikar Ali Bhutto (1928–1979) Fourth President and ninth Prime Minister of Pakistan

Source: Letter to his daughter (1978), p. 15.
Context: What gift can I give you from this cell out of which my hand cannot pass? I give you the hand of the people. What celebration can I hold for you? I give you the celebration of a celebrated memory and a celebrated name. You are the heir to and inheritor of the most ancient civilization. Please make your full contribution to making this ancient civilization the most progressive and the most powerful. By progressive and powerful I do not mean the most dreaded. A dreaded society is not a civilized society. The most progressive and powerful society in the civilized sense, is a society which has recognized its ethos, and come to terms with the past and the present, with religion and science, with modernism and mysticism, with materialism and spirituality; a society free of tension, a society rich in culture. Such a society cannot come with hocus-pocus formulas and with fraud. It has to flow from the depth of a divine search. In other words, a classless society has to emerge but not necessarily a Marxist society. The Marxist society has created its own class structure.

“And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it.”

Bob Dylan (1941) American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist

Song lyrics, Blonde on Blonde (1966), Visions of Johanna

“Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!”

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