I saw a really powerful image of hands the other day that spoke volumes:

I can't find the exact one, but it was like this:

One of my favourite memories of meeting my husband was shyly watching him cook dinner for his sister and husband the night we met. I fell in love with how he moved his hands, doing the most simple things - cutting cabbage, mashing potato, carrying the plates, sitting down and rolling tobacco. I have always loved his hands so much. You can tell a lot about people from their hands.