Quotes About Gesture

He hesitated a moment, shifted the load to his left arm and mimed a sword stroke in the air. Crowley looked over his shoulder at the serving boy with some concern. "Planning on beheading me, are you?" he asked. Rafe smiled at him. "No sir, Ranger. Just getting the right side, like. Just shift yourself over while I put these down, before I forget which side is which, now." Crowley

The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He made a show of inspecting the ground, brushing aside a few twigs and rocks, then spread out a none-too-clean neckerchief and gestured for the King to sit. "There you go, my lord. Your royal bum should be comfortable there." The

En toen, als bij ingeving, kusten ze hem allebei op een wang - Alyss op de rechter, Evanlyn op de linker - om elkaar vervolgens als twee blazende katten aan te kijken.

Vrienden zouden elkaar niet hoeven te bedanken,' zei hij. Maar Cassandra was het daar niet mee eens. Ze stond op en liep naar hem toe. 'Dat hoeven we ook niet,' zei ze. 'Maar dat willen we wel.' Ze legde haar handen op zijn schouders, boog zich voorover, maar keek toen eerst achterom naar Alyss. 'Mag ik?' 'Voor deze keer dan!' grijnsde Alyss en de prinses gaf Will een dikke pakkerd op beide wangen.

she (Lydia) shrugged and moved away, a slight smile on her face.

Now for good luck, cast an old shoe after me.

The salary of the chief executive of a large corporation is not a market award for achievement. It is frequently in the nature of a warm personal gesture by the individual to himself.

The salary of the chief executive of the large corporations is not an award for achievement. It is frequently in the nature of a warm gesture by the individual to himself.

To give your life is one thing; to do it for a gesture is another; but to do it for a gesture you know is meaningless is a desolate trick of fate.

Sometimes, in that darkness, there is a single act of love, some selfless gesture, an aspiration, and we see that it's not been all waste, all hopeless, and we can ... well ... go on.

And here," she said. "Let me fix your tie." She tugged on his bow tie, her eyes appraising him, and he basked in it. He had left his tie crooked on purpose, just so she could straighten it.

I realized my hands were in my pockets. He couldn't hold one even if he wanted to. Not unless he actively dug it out, which would be weird. He probably thought I was sending him a specific message not to hold my hand. I took my hands out of my pockets. The problem is I like having my hands in my pockets. It's my natural position. They felt unwieldy hanging by my sides, as if I was walking like a Neanderthal. Why was I so bad at this?

She laid a hand on his shoulder, a motherly gesture that made his skin crawl.

She was my mother and she smiled at me, and held out her her hand.

Richard Baines turned his back at the sound of stones shifting and held up on meaty hand to help over the rocks, handing him down like a lady out of a carriage.

Every eye in the room saw Cliodhna's white, white fingers, sharp nails crimson as wet berries, catch my sleeve, saw me turn around and duck my head to speak into her ear.

If beaks could smirk, she would have sworn him to be smirking.

Jane drew herself up, chin high and shoulders back, and extended her hand. It was half the gesture of a Queen to a Queen, and half an offering to a wild animal, and Matthew bit his lips on a smile when he noticed.

The poet stripped off his gloves with an elegantly negligent gesture and smiled up at the Queens. Will wondered if anyone else could see what Kit's smile cost.

Through the resistance of their wardrobes, fingers brushed.

The twist of her mouth revealed what she thought of that idea. It made Lisa restrain a smile: it was also Katya's moue, and Lisa's son Julian made the same face when he was concentrating.

She shook a clatter of braids over her shoulder, the sweep of her hand encompassing the dale and the line of the forest beyond, before she tucked it into her pocket.

She tossed her hair behind her shoulder. Not a coquette's gesture, but a queen's.

He laid a hand on Ian's shoulder and squeezed; Ian gave him a wry sideways look.