Quotes About Gesture

How the flowers were fired and colored into the design. Perhaps this sort of gesture will be lost, perhaps it is a function of consciousness that we don't need in order to survive. Perhaps this piece of evolution makes no sense—our hunger for everyday sorts of visual pleasure—but I don't think so. I think we have survived because we love beauty and because we find each other beautiful. I think it may be our strongest quality.

Between these two, where was the real self? It came to her that both Sister Cecilia and then Agnes were as heavily manufactured of gesture and pose as was Father Damien. And within this, what sifting of identity was she? What mote? What nothing?

I, uh, figured you could use that to maybe put your rosary beads in, or whatever jewelry you might have," Moss told the temporarily speechless Amanda. "I know you probably aren't a woman who would keep much jewelry. But I know Catholics have them prayin' beads, so I figured you must have some. Do you like it?" She

Saluto, one of them said in farewell. Arrivederci, I called, so as not to be outdone.

I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.

annoncer sa visite, s'était élancé hors du péristyle

Before she realized he was next to her, he had placed his hands over hers on the countertop, then hooped his fingers through hers. Gretel looked up at him, so startled she might as well have been shot. 'I just wanted to wake you up', he said. Which is exactly what he did. One look at him and her heart was racing. One look, and whatever had been before was all over.

Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.

She kissed him first, and all the rest followed.

The owner's wife gave me a container of chicken soup and a quart of rice pudding to take home. She was a broad, solid woman with thick arms and legs. She swiped vigorously at the stain on my coat with a wad of dampened paper towel, and I remembered Pegeen then: There's always someone nice.

Il y avait dans leur regard, ainsi que dans le geste de Mr. Carpenter, un air de propriétaire. Comme si, après s'être approprié les trottoirs et les rues, ils s'apprêtaient maintenant à s'approprier les enfants qui y jouaient.

She paused, her eyes joyous, her lips pursed, her cheeks drawn in, as if the piece of news were butterscotch in her mouth. "Adele was crying," she added, only mouthing the words, or only speaking them with a breathless wheeze in place of where the words might have been. "Crying." She pantomimed, dragging her own manicured finger down her cheek.

Thanks so much for this," she said as he pulled to the curb. She put the strap of her pocketbook over her arm, put her hand on the door handle. "You really didn't have to." He seemed to rouse himself from a growing disengagement. "I wanted to," he said. "It was nice to have a chance to get to know you better," he

He leaned toward her, slowly raising his hand to his hat and then doffing it quickly, as if taken by surprise, when she leaned forward to meet him. And this, she thought, of course, was what the whole evening had been for, the delightful feel of his rough cheek against her fingertips, his hands and lips and warm breath. The lingering taste of coffee in his mouth. Something

I think of the meaning of the word testimony. Originally it named the custom of two men holding each other's testicles in a gesture of trust, later to metamorphose into the handshake.

Because you rubbed my shoulder last night a poem traveled down my arm.

Tie an Italian's hands behind his back and he'll be speechless.

Smile, I said. You're not trying to sell him your teeth.

A petty gesture, perhaps, but the weak must thrive on small revenges.

He opened his mouth for a plastic spoonful of peach. She followed it with a long kiss that tasted of golden syrup. When she broke away from him he was smiling. Nick, Renée, and Allie began to clap, standing in a line behind them. Harper showed them her middle finger and kissed him again.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately.. Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought nothing was better than chocolate. In a profound symbolic gesture,I am giving you this bar of Vosges I got when we all went to Edgartown. You can eat it, or just sit next to it and feel superior.

In a profound, symbolic gesture, I am giving you this bar of Vosges I got when we went to Edgartown. You can eat it, or just sit next to it and feel superior.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately. Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate. In a profound, symbolic gesture, I am giving you this bar of Vosges I got when we all went to Edgartown. You can eat it, or just sit next to it and feel superior.