I held mom and dad's hands.
Make an L with both hands, which is the thumb and forefinger held at a 90 degree angle. You then point your hands at around your stomach, palms facing upward, and bring your hands up toward your chest.
I'm proud of my dirty hands. Yes, they are dirty. And they are rough and knobby and calloused. And I'm proud of the dirt and the knobs and the calluses. I didn't get them that way by playing bridge or drinking afternoon tea out of dainty cups, or playing the well-advertised Good Samaritan at charity balls. I got them that way by working with them, and I'm proud of the work and the dirt. Why shouldn't I feel proud of the work they do - these dirty hands of mine? My hands are the hands of plumbers, of truck drivers and street cleaners; of carpenters; engineers, machinists and workers in steel. They are not pretty hands, they are dirty and knobby and calloused. But they are strong hands, hands that make so much that the world must have or die. Someday, I think, the world should go down on its knees and kiss all the dirty hands of the working world, as in the days long past, armored knights would kiss the hands of ladies fair. I'm proud of my dirty hands. The world has kissed such hands. The world will always kiss such hands. Men and women put reverent lips to the hands of Him who held the hammer and the saw and the plane. His weren't pretty hands either when they chopped trees, dragged rough lumber, and wielded carpenter's tools. They were workingman's hands - strong, capable proud hands. And weren't pretty hands when the executioners got through them. They were torn right clean through by ugly nails, and the blood was running from them, and the edges of the wounds were raw and dirty and swollen; and the joints were crooked and the fingers were horribly bent in a mute appeal for love. They weren't pretty hands then, but, Oh God, they were beautiful - those hands of the Savior. I'm proud of those dirty hands, hands of my Savior, hands of God. And I'm proud of my hands too, dirty hands, like the hands of my Savior, the Hands of my God! by John P. Delaney S.J.
"Held" already is a "strong" verb in the grammatical sense, because it is the irregular past tense of "hold". If the questioner means "strong" in the intensive sense, perhaps "clenched" would be suitable.
The past tense of "hold" is "held," and the past participle is also "held." For example: He held the door open. The door was held open by him.
Hold is the present tense of held.
why is it difficult to charge a metallic conductor which is held with the hands ?why is it easy charged a non conductor although it is held by hte hands
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Aaron and Hur held up Moses' hands during the battle.
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How old are the girls? I held hands with my best friend when I was in kindergarten.
The person operating the vehicle is the first one responsible. The owner of the vehicle can also be held responsible. If your under 18 and an adult allowed you to drive, they can be held responsible if, they knew you would operate it recklessly or knew you didn't have a licence.
We held hands as we skipped along the beach. Jimmy held the record for the most bolied eggs eated in one hour.
That you have held a position dealing hands on with the type of equipment that would would be expected to administer should you attain the new position.
He held in his hands the fact that the party was lying about creating the airplanes. The party did not invent airplanes, because Winston remembered them from his childhood.
They can only be "held" in a container of some sort, but not with your hands.