Knuckle Quotes

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When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits. They went down again and soon the smell of the river spread over the woods, cool and secret. Every step they took among the great walls of vines and among the passion-flowers started up a little life, a little flight. 'We're walking along in the changing-time, ' said Doc. 'Any day now the change will come. It's going to turn from hot to cold, and we can kill the hog that's ripe and have fresh meat to eat. Come one of these nights and we can wander down here and tree a nice possum. Old Jack Frost will be pinching things up. Old Mr. Winter will be standing in the door. Hickory tree there will be yellow. Sweet-gum red, hickory yellow, dogwood red, sycamore yellow.' He went along rapping the tree trunks with his knuckle. 'Magnolia and live-oak never die. Remember that. Persimmons will all get fit to eat, and the nuts will be dropping like rain all through the woods here. And run, little quail, run, for we'll be after you too.' They went on and suddenly the woods opened upon light, and they had reached the river. Everyone stopped, but Doc talked on ahead as though nothing had happened. 'Only today, ' he said, 'today, in October sun, it's all gold-sky and tree and water. Everything just before it changes looks to be made of gold.' ("The Wide Net")

Eudora Welty
As every circumstance relating to so capital a discovery as this (the greatest, perhaps, that has been made in the whole compass of philosophy, since the time of Sir Isaac Newton) cannot but give pleasure to all my readers, I shall endeavour to gratify them with the communication of a few particulars which I have from the best authority. The Doctor, after having published his method of verifying his hypothesis concerning the sameness of electricity with the matter lightning, was waiting for the erection of a spire in Philadelphia to carry his views into execution; not imagining that a pointed rod, of a moderate height, could answer the purpose; when it occurred to him, that, by means of a common kite, he could have a readier and better access to the regions of thunder than by any spire whatever. Preparing, therefore, a large silk handkerchief, and two cross sticks, of a proper length, on which to extend it, he took the opportunity of the first approaching thunder storm to take a walk into a field, in which there was a shed convenient for his purpose. But dreading the ridicule which too commonly attends unsuccessful attempts in science, he communicated his intended experiment to no body but his son, who assisted him in raising the kite. The kite being raised, a considerable time elapsed before there was any appearance of its being electrified. One very promising cloud passed over it without any effect; when, at length, just as he was beginning to despair of his contrivance, he observed some loose threads of the hempen string to stand erect, and to avoid one another, just as if they had been suspended on a common conductor. Struck with this promising appearance, he immediately presented his knuckle to the key, and (let the reader judge of the exquisite pleasure he must have felt at that moment) the discovery was complete. He perceived a very evident electric spark. Others succeeded, even before the string was wet, so as to put the matter past all dispute, and when the rain had wetted the string, he collected electric fire very copiously. This happened in June 1752, a month after the electricians in France had verified the same theory, but before he had heard of any thing that they had done.

Joseph Priestley
What is... ' She flipped through a few pages, looked up into his eyes. 'Is this... ?' 'My journal, ' he said, reaching out to glide a knuckle down her cheek. Her skin was so damn soft. She was a contradiction in terms to him, and one that he found endlessly fascinating: a woman with the inner strength to rival any Spec Ops member he'd ever known, yet she had such a kind, soft heart beneath that hard-won armor. Resilient. Independent yet willing to compromise. Formidable in her confidence and strength of will, yet gentle and loving. He loved her so hard it hurt. 'I bought it the night after you stayed at my place, ' he continued. 'I knew if I was going to have a real shot with you going forward then I needed to get my shit together once and for all. You said the writing thing really helped you so I called my counselor and talked to her about it. She thought it would be good for me too. So I wrote in it every day since. I've been working hard at it.' Taya leafed through the pages until she came to the end and looked back up into his eyes. 'It's full.' 'Yeah. Guess I had a lot to say.' The tenderness in her eyes slayed him. 'Nathan, I'm so proud of you.' Her pride in him made him feel twenty feet tall. He let out a relieved breath. 'I want to read it to you. That's my next step, if you're okay with it.' 'Of course it's okay. I'd love for you to read it to me, as long as you feel comfortable doing it.' 'That's the thing, I am. And I wouldn't be with anyone else except you. You make me feel... whole.' He didn't know how else to say it, how else to explain himself, except he needed her to know he was trying like hell to deal with his issues. 'I know I've got a long way to go before I get to the same place you're at, but I'm willing to put in the work to get there. I feel safe with you and I'm ready to move forward, let go of all the stuff that happened before. Like you said, I'm doing it for me. I'm sick of my past having any kind of hold over me. So I'm going to do whatever it takes to make peace with it.' Her answering smile lit up her whole face, made her gray eyes sparkle like gems. 'Then I'll gladly listen to whatever you want to say.' Warmth kindled in his chest. She did that; warmed him from the inside out, just by being her. 'Good, because I love you.' She froze, her eyes widening slightly. He nodded, laughed at her shocked expression. 'Yep, I love you. That's what I came here to say. I love you and I'm a better man because of it, but not as good a man as I'll be down the road if you stand by me.' Her eyes filled with tears and she flung her arms around him. 'I love you too, ' she blurted out against his neck. 'So, so much. And of course I'll stand by you.' Nate felt like his heart might burst. He hugged her hard. 'Would you move to Virginia with me? When your dad's strong enough. I know you need to be here for a while longer, but after that, I want you in my bed every night so I can wake up beside you each morning.' She gave a soggy laugh, her face still buried in his neck. 'There you go again with the romance.' 'Oh, baby, have I got plans for you.' He stroked a hand over her back, fascinated by the combination of softness and strength that was uniquely her. Then his stomach rumbled, making her smile. He was starving, hadn't eaten since lunchtime. 'Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any bacon in the house, would you? Because I'd kill for a BLT right now.

Kaylea Cross