Quotes About Gesture

When is a gift not a gift?

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Her large mouth moved so close in front of me in surprising but natural shapes.

Oh!' she cried out at once, 'you've kissed me!

I used to cover track events for my radio show, and one day, as a thank you gesture, Bentley called me asked me whether I would like to test drive the Flying Spur. I was in dreamland.

When I left Middlesbrough I went back there and bought a lot of shirts from the club shop and signed them for the fans. They were very good to me and I wanted to say thank you.

A real thank you does not come by e-mail. They come in the mail in an envelope. And what comes out of an envelope is a beautiful thing to touch and to handle and to pass around for everyone to read.

All theater is dance.

I'm not attracted to naturalism, I'm not attracted to behavior, I'm attracted to dance. I'm attracted to gesture, I'm attracted to singing with your voice, as opposed to having a natural manner. I'm a theater actor first, so that probably influences a lot of my approach. And I think in many ways, naturalism has ruined movies.

I've learned that in the theater the story is everything. Every lyric, every line and every musical gesture has to propel the journey of a given character or the overall plot.

For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.

For the theatre one needs long arms... an artiste with short arms can never make a fine gesture.

I like to use my hands. When I was in theatre in college, that was one of my biggest notes: 'You use your hands too much.'

'Defying Gravity' is a big, theatrical, grand gesture. In film, how do you match that?

Careful, Luke," she teased. "If you buy my dinner, I'll think you like me." He put a hand on the small of her back. "That's the problem," he said. "I do.

I shrugged and waited for the doors to close before sliding my arm around her waist.

I can do everything with my language but not with my body. What I hide by my language, my body utters.

And extending a withered hand in the direction of the vote she slipped some salted almonds into her bosom.

She gave him a look that would've shaved his face if he had whiskers.

He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his hand back. That's how they sometimes talked.

She gave him a look that would have shaved his face if he'd had whiskers.

Sternly, he nodded up and down when he listened instead of tipping his head to the side. 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?

ils fracassaient autour d'eux un idiome de castagnettes en brandissant au-dessus de leurs têtes des mains crispées dans un vent d'arguments.