I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time.
If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I'd hear a loud 'A-hem!' from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.
I talk with my hands. Some people don't like that. That's who I am.
I'm a hygiene freak. I'm like obsessive-compulsive when it comes to washing your hands.
After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.
I wring my hands because I know that as a dude, my privilege, my long-term deficiencies work against me in writing women, no matter how hard I try and how talented I am.
I love when things are transparent, free and clear of all inhibition and judgment.
When I work, and in my art, I hold hands with God.
I do wash my hands in innocency, before God and the face of you, good Christian people this day.