The hand wanted him to turn on to his back.
Seemed like they washed their hands - didn't want to take a scrap with them.
His hands want to come out of the prickling heat.
She had no gloves on, and her hands wanted washing.
Hanna's hand didn't want to go anywhere and had to be forced.
Her hand wanted to rise: he found and made a tent for it with his own.
His hands wanted to tremble, but he would not allow them.
When his hands wanted to rush, to take, he forced them to be slow and easy.
But then of course the right hand must do what the left hand wants in the Commission too.
My hands wanted to scratch it, and I had to fight to keep them on the wheel.
