Quotes About Gesture

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far beyond the road I have begun, So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has an inner light, even from a distance and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave but what we feel is the wind in our faces. - A Walk

Those women like to see their tongues dance.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began.

And he was gesturing up through the trees above to show them how it was woven across the sky or how the sky was woven into the trees, he wasn't sure which. But there it was, he smiled, and the weaving went on, green and blue, if you watched and saw the forest shift its humming loom.

skirts of the unknown, and the white men rushing out of a tumble-down hovel, with great gestures

from the pack, offered it to

Bless you, my boy. Have a horseshoe." "Thank you, sir. What should I do with it?" "Throw it." "Away?" "At that peg there. Then pick it up and throw it at this

Except Marianne, who smiled vaguely.

certainly there was nothing possessive about her gesture. 'This is Kate, one of the cleaning team at Sophisticasun,' Vernon said. 'Kate, my wife, Julie.' Julie smiled, exposing tired lines already meshing under

I wanted you to have the best pears in New York and I wanted to be the man to buy them for you.

Infanta Marina Her terrace was the sand And the palms and the twilight. She made of the motions of her wrist The grandiose gestures Of her thought. The rumpling of the plumes Of this creature of the evening Came to be sleights of sails Over the sea. And thus she roamed In the roamings of her fan, Partaking of the sea, And of the evening, As they flowed around And uttered their subsiding sound.

Curzon stood up. He gestured with a fist. "I don't want you to think about anything," he said. "I want you to feel. Feel the rightness of this. The correctness of this vision. The necessity of it." Steward could see patches of sweat under Curzon's arms. "I want you to sense, Steward, that this is something worth having.

Gabriel flashed him the one-fingered Mudra of Contempt.

Davis turned his head

Mister "I am not a Trekkie" gives me the Vulcan "Live Long and Prosper" salute as I walk away. Of course

La prima cosa che un bambino impara non è l'atto, ma il gesto dell'atto.

People despise critics because people despise weakness, and criticism is the weakest thing you can do in writing. It is the written equivalent of air guitar—flurries of silent, sympathetic gestures with nothing at their heart but the memory of the music.

Active, living speech is just such a gesture, a vocal gesticulation wherein the meaning is inseparable from the sound, the shape, and the rhythm of the words.

antics as much as her daughter did, and slid a plate in front of him. She'd poured him a cup of coffee when she'd heard his bathroom toilet flush, so he reached for the butter and syrup that were

A cat said goodbye by simply sticking its tail in the air and walking away.

Paulie Pastrami learned that a misunderstanding could often be settled with a cupcake.

Boris laughed, and threw out some fake-looking gang sign. "Suit yourself, yo," he said, in his "gangsta" voice (discernible from his regular voice only by the hand gesture and the "yo") as he got up and roll-walked out. "Nigga gotz to eat.

I think he felt the need to make a noble gesture, something to prove to us and to himself that it was in fact possible to put those high cold principles which Julian had taught us to use. Duty, piety, loyalty, sacrifice.