Quotes About Gesture

At a gesture, the window flew open and China vaulted out.

And I didn't think I had to buy you a present to prove that you're important to me.

She believed not in divine salvation but in the proposition that we poor mortals are fully capable of saving ourselves, if conditions and inclinations are right, and the evidence of this potential is found in the smallest of gestures, like the uncertain resting of a large hand on a bony shoulder.

Deep emotional response to music typically arises as a product of the most intense musical perception. It is generally in virtue of the recognition of emotions expressed in music, or of the emotion-laden gestures embodied in musical movement, that an emotional reaction occurs.

My husband does so many romantic things for me, it's absurd.

Oh wait, I already fell.' He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. 'For you

I brushed some imaginary lint from my shirt, or touched my cleavage to catch his eye, depending on your perspective.

Taking his hand I said "Fank woo." "Hm " he laughed with his mouth closed.

John pointed at me to get my attention. He circled his finger in the air to tell me to wrap it up, then pointed to his cop car. I made a series of baseball catcher's signs.

he had his hand on your -" He put his hand at waist level behind me, without touching me. "He had his hand on my ass?" "No," they said. "Behind your back," Rashad said. "Like you're dating or something." He put his hand behind Skip's back. Skip hit him.

He gestured at the girl I'd been dealing with, whose carefree smile could be roughly translated as: 'He's officially not my problem anymore.' I gave her a wink whose exact translation was: 'Don't be so sure, darling.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

Sterling turned to Michael. I expected her to ask him something, but instead she just held out her hand. "Keys." "Spatula," Michael replied. She narrowed her eyes at him. "We aren't just saying random nouns?" he asked archly.

Devon put an arm around me and curled his lips into an expression I recognized as Smirk Number One: sarcastic with a touch of I-couldn't-care-less. "Why, Bryn," he said with a hint of Scarlett O-Hara in his voice, "I do believe he's given her your pen." Devon's words freed up my mouth, which—true to form—spoke without consulting my brain. "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.

Before I could get the word daughter out, Grayson leaned his head down and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me to save me from what I'd been about to say. For a small eternity, nothing in the world existed outside of that kiss. His lips. Mine. For show.

something about the curve of his lips was more intimate than any touch.

Adopting my haughtiest look, I leaned toward my sister and raised my warm nuts high.

Libby moved toward Nash and took his phone from his pocket. There was something intimate about the action--the way he let her, the way she knew he would.

As governor, when I visited our troops in Kuwait and Iraq, I served them Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gesture compared to their sacrifice.

By the time we're done, their guests have gathered outside to see the boy who must have flowers to give to the girl he loves.

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely. It feels somehow epic and fragile, and I wand the night to last forever, and knowing it can't already has me sad.

Quand les amoureux s'embrassent sur les joues, c'est qu'ils tâtonnent et cherchent les lèvres.

At the door, there was one of those moment when two people realize that they like each other more than they know each other. This is nicer than the opposite situation, but more awkward. You try to remember the protocol for touching. You hate to gush, or presume to much, yet you are unwilling to let the moment pass without without some gesture