Holding hands is a promise to one another that for just a moment the two of you don't have to face the world alone.

If the weapon is your love, I got my hands up. If you're gonna take me down, I surrender.

It is not the hand that rocks the cradle that rules the world; it is the woman that holds the keys to the kingdom.

We'd had a hundred conversations with our eyes, with our senses, with our hands and movements, with not a word spoken.

Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?

Without single thought, two hands collide and the world finally makes sense again.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.