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grave goods by themselves. 9. Hunter-gatherers made these handprints about 9,000 years ago in the 'Hands Cave', in Argentina. It looks as if these long-dead hands are reaching towards us from within the rock. This is one of the most moving relics of the ancient forager
How do you photograph a gadget in a new, and not boring, way? You have to get away from people sitting in front of a computer. You have to get a look at the digital signature.
I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other's lives.
You can tell a lot about people if you just look. Life leaves marks.
All the beauty in the earth bears the fingerprint of the master creator.
With the "SWAB JOB" school prank sign
Plus, I want you in my house, putting your finger prints on my things since your hand already holds my heart.
Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.
People's hands fascinate me. It's tempting to look at a businessman's left hand and see if there's an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there's a tan line and the skin is pressed down where's he's worked a ring off his finger.
The fingerprints of God are often invisible until you look at them in the rearview mirror.
If you look back at my story, it doesn't matter where you look, but God's fingerprints are all over the place.
While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.
We writers, as we work our way deeper into our craft, learn to drop more and more personal clues. Like burglars who secretly wish to be caught, we leave our fingerprints on broken locks, our voiceprints in bugged rooms, our footprints in the wet concrete.
Of all the parts of your body, be most vigilant over your index finger, for it is blame-thirsty. A pointed finger is a victim's logo.
Future complications in the strings between the cans. But no prints can come from fingers, if machines become our hands.
Seeing how a hand carves out meaning with a pencil point lets us remember that the human touch is essential.
The skin was silent against my fingerprint.
Even now, after a lifetime of human companionship, I am hard-pressed to understand fully mankind's fascination with those little marks that they so carefully impress on sheets of paper.
And when they dusted my mind for your fingerprints they found yours.
Every photograph is the result of a physical imprint transferred by light reflections onto a sensitive surface. The photograph is thus a type of icon, or visual likeness, which bears an indexical relationship to its object.
Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.
With the enhancements to the security of the passport document itself that biometric technology will bring, it is time to make equivalent enhancements to the process of establishing identity before issuing passports.
THUMB,
I HOPE I WILL NOT BORE YOU WITH HOW TOTALLY, TOTALLY I ADORE YOU. THE FUNNY WAY YOU HAVE OF TALKING, THE CUTE WAY YOU HAVE OF WALKING. PLEASE DO NOT FEEL THAT I AM STALKING YOU.
LOVE, HENDERSON
This bug is something new though. We've got the bioprint.
The itch of scribbling.
I don't think I have a signature.
Sometimes everybody touches in the dark. You touch to see what you can stand to touch, what you can to feel with your fingers probing parts you never though you could probably probe - Gray
I'll spank your ass so damn hard there'll be a permanent handprint right there."
She gave him a cheeky smile. "As long as you understand there'll be a matching one on your face.
His cock is inked.
The mark was from the glue that once held a folder into which a library card would have fitted back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the earth and computers were the size of washing machines.
How can I impress strangers with the gem-like flame of my literary passion if it's a digital slate I'm carrying around, trying not to get it all thumbprinty?
They say the face tells all there is to know about a life, but I personally believe much can be deduced from the hands. There are lines and scars, bumps and calluses; indeed, the hands are both the sketch and the final work of art.
I wanted to rub handprints through his dust
You know, fingers, they each have different meanings, but my interpretation of them are: promise, love, provocation, direction, and the thumb...well...GOOD LUCK!
If someone steals your password, you can change it. But if someone steals your thumbprint, you can't get a new thumb. The failure modes are very different.
The mark of writing on me is so indelible, a tattoo would be redundant.
I don't know why people called me Tom. My name is THUMB.
Jacob Thorke. My label, but not the description of a person. The prints are the most permanent thing about me.
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
DNA is a 'thing' - a chemical that sticks to your fingers.
The password is a flicker of an eyelash.
We leave traces of ourselves wherever we go, on whatever we touch.
On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates ... This carving, done with a pencil dug many times into the warn varnish of the desk, has the pathos of all vanished civilizations. It's like a handprint on stone. Whoever made this was once alive.
I got an almost clear peripheral look at the guy's left fist. I might could recognize his pinkie." *
And my signature is drawn in magic marker
on the lower right hand corner of the window
so when something passes in the dark
it's captured for a moment inside my work.
the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
The distinguishing mark of man is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.
Every species, human and subhuman, has some distinguishing mark, so that you can tell a man from a beast, or a dog from a cow.
The handwriting was a girl's. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.
My choices are like my fingerprints, they make me unique
forefinger, pointing right, parallel
An email address is like a customer's "digital fingerprint".
Prints mimic what we are as humans: we are all the same and yet every one is different. I think there's a spiritual power in repetition, a devotional quality, like saying rosaries.
Touch paper only once.
In crime books it's possible to chart forensic technology by how well it has to be explained to a reader. In mid-Victorian crime novels fingerprinting has to be explained because it's new. Nowadays it's part of our world and we can simply assume that knowledge if we write about it.
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
I've been asked to sign a forehead.
It seemed self-evident that hands were the essence of humanity. That was why there were palm readers; palm readers said the lines on a person's palms allowed them to determine an individual's personality. Hands were mirror that reflected the person's past and future.
A monologue defines its author as reliably as his fingerprints.
I put up my thumb and it blotted out the planet Earth.
Printing links the present with forever. It carries personal identity into realms unknown.
We have to make a mark, even if it's only a scribble.
We are leaving behind a universe of forms determined by exactly repeatable, visible imprints and moving toward a new visual environment dominated by exactly transmissible but invisible algorithms.
I'm known for my handwritten notes.
I have come to kno one thing without ay shadow of doubt: if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart
It's 2006, why are they still using the index finger?
The universality of tattooing is a curious subject for speculation.
I leave marks on you, not the other way around.
Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.
Lieutenant J. C. Day's work was that he couldn't find fingerprints. Normally there would be prints on the barrel of the rifle and the stock.
God left so many fingerprints at the scene of Creation that you wonder - does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?
Handwriting enables civilization.
Touching: The Human Significance of the Skin,
The way to judge a good hand is that the fingers are the same size at the tip as where they come out of the hand itself.
My fingers are mated into a mirrored series of what manifests, to me, as the letter X.
I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil,
Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see 'em?
Each individual is as individual as their fingerprints, and I think that's extraordinary.
Imprinting."
I heard the smile disappear from Cat's face. "Next."
I repeated myself.
"Are you referring to Stephenie Meyer's books?"
"Yes," I said. A little unwillingly.
Cat chuckled. "There's no shame in reading enjoyable books. But this topic is better discussed later."
"Got it.
But of course it's always gonna be Suicide, our fingerprints, ya know? You can't ever get rid of that.
You can't put your finger on who I am. I can't put my finger on who I am.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
I put my hand in my pocket and squeeze my rocks and wonder if there is a word for the marks you get on your palm when you squeeze something so hard that the skin is on the verge of ripping.
What is it?' asked Rincewind.
'Oh, just the picture you took in the temple.'
Rincewind looked in horror. There, bordered by a few glimpses of tentacle, was a huge, whorled, callused, potion-stained and unfocused thumb.
'That's the story of my life,' he said wearily.
Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.
Jesus has markers.
Swiper No Swiping!
Like a warrior in the battlefield, a writer must endeavour to use his pen to stamp the paper with his identity.
I don't have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks.
Every criminal leaves psychic fingerprints. And he can't wear gloves to hide them.
Harry ran his thumb over the thin skin
The beauty and nobility, the august mission and destiny, of human handwriting.
Indelible, adj.
That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.
Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child
The artists we love, they put their fingerprint on your imagination, and on your heart and your soul.
If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.
under my eye, but not my thumb.
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.