Best Arms Quotes

Firearms stand next in importance to the Constitution itself.

Never reach out your hand unless you’re willing to extend an arm.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.

Open your arms to change but don’t let go of your values.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

The hand of liberality is stronger than the arm of power.

Possession of arms implies an element of fear, if not of cowardice.

The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.

Anger and hatred cannot bring harmony. The noble task of arms control and disarmament cannot be accomplished by confrontation and condemnation. Hostile attitudes only serve to heat up the situation, whereas a true sense of respect gradually cools down what otherwise could become explosive. We must recognize the frequent contradictions between short-term benefit and long-term harm.

The mind is its own enemy, that fights itself with the innumerable pliant and ineluctable arms of the octopus.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.

We no longer admit any other truth than that which is expedient; for there is no worse error than the truth that may weaken the arm that is fighting.

The women’s movement, not only here in the U.S., but worldwide, is bigger and stronger than ever before and in places where it has never been. It has arms. It has legs. And most importantly, it has heads.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms

The more sex I have, the more defined my arms and stomach get.

You were hidden behind walls of ice; no man had passed them; I broke them down and love leapt to love, and you lie here, my beautiful, love in the arms of its lover.

Any man who can look handsome in a dirty baseball suit is an Adonis. There is something about the baggy pants, and the Micawber-shaped collar, and the skull-fitting cap, and the foot or so of tan, or blue, or pink undershirt sleeve sticking out at the arms, that just naturally kills a man’s best points.

Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. Oh! The places you’ll go!

To disarm the people… was the best and most effectual way to enslave them.

Visit the Navy-Yard, and behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its black arts – a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments.

Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and predator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself – a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.

I’m also big on journaling. You can write in the sand or on a watermelon or whatever suits you, but the key is to get it out of your head and out of your heart and down your arms and into something, a keyboard or piece of paper.

Extend your arms in welcome to the future. The best is yet to come!

Arms now empty will be filled and hearts now hurting from broken dreams and yearning will be healed.

For too long, and despite what people told me, I had fallen for what the culture said about beauty, youth, features, heights, weights, hair textures, upper arms.

The best we can hope for concerning the people at large is that they be properly armed.

A monarch should be ever intent on conquest, lest his neighbours rise in arms against him.

No one is born just once. If you’re lucky, you’ll emerge again in someone’s arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.

Twice in my lifetime the long arm of destiny has reached across the oceans and involved the entire life and manhood of the United States in a deadly struggle.There was no use in saying We don’t want it; we won

The length of a man’s outspread arms is equal to his height.

…he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm’s length.

He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end You’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.

The other guys, all they have to do is use their big butts and big python arms to hit homers. Me, I’m the little guy in the group. People always root for the little guy.

He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

Like mercy from heaven’s gate, there’s a freedom in your arms that carries me through. I need you.