Quotes About Gesture

I got a good handshake. A lot of executives tell me I have the best handshake in Hollywood.

I'm just not a huge romantic type and getting married is a hugely romantic gesture.

Hugging is not my shtick.

You know when you first meet someone and they shake your hand? Hugging is how I shake hands.

The gesture—so random and kind—baffled me. Is this what mothers did, wonder if you might need safety pins? Mine phoned once a month and always asked the same practical questions (grades, classes, upcoming expenses).

Betsy's arm shot out, and my cheek suddenly stung. "What the hell?" I said, trying to figure out what had happened. A cherry-red jellybean was in my lap. I held it up. "Every time you tense up, every time you turn that handsome face into an undertaker's mask, I am going to hit you with a jellybean," Betsy explained, as if the whole thing were quite reasonable.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

She took my hand and offered me a pure, sweet smile, petting my palm, which might have felt better than any touch I'd ever experienced.

I glance at the rearview mirror, and see Elaine flashing me a thumbs-up.

I want men to admire me, but that's a trick you learn at school--a movement of the eyes, a tone of voice, a touch of the hand on the shoulder or the head. If they think you admire them, they will admire you because of your good taste, and when they admire you, you have an illusion for a moment that there's something to admire.

That hiccup is best cured by drinking out of the opposite rime of a glass. You can imitate a glass with your hand. Liquid is not a necessary part of the cure.

lobby of the Santa Louisa courthouse drinking a cup of black tea from a paper cup. She pushed her long, dark hair behind her ears and tapped her pointed shoes in time with the Muzak undulating over the marble floors. A Helen Reddy song, she thought. Maybe Cher? She smelled of White Shoulders perfume and spearmint gum. When Hannah walked by, the woman smiled and raised a hand as if to wave. But the friendliness of the gesture was not returned.

dropped her hands, which were clenched

Without thinking he held his hands open in front of his chest.

The weeks I'd spent in Bombay with Prabaker had taught me that the shaking or wiggling of the head from side to side—that most characteristic of Indian expressive gestures—was the equivalent of a forward nod of the head, meaning Yes.

A diffident smile flickered on her lips.

I've met Bob Dylan. We did one of those non-handshake handshakes. I was with all guys, and he shook hands with all of them, and then they said, 'And this is Kate,' and I put my hand out, and he didn't put his out. And then I took my hand away, and he put his out. It was one of those. We finally did shake. And then I fainted!

I'm not the most romantic guy, although I do try.

Movements of the body are a reflection of the soul

I hand the cage to him and he takes it firmly in his arms. 'Your hankie smells nice,' he says, almost in a whisper.

Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with his hands, forming their size and shape from the air. "They were yellow, and smallish, and had lots of petals." "Thank you," she said. "They were beautiful.

Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

He tossed the potato up and down, up and down, a thin smile creeping out from the corners of his mouth.