Quotes About Gesture

When I first got the news, I was devastated," Annie said. And then her chin tilted in a defiant gesture, as if daring him to begrudge her her fear. "Actually, I was scared out of my wits." Gabe heard the tremble in her voice, but he gave her no evidence

He turned toward the door, but lingered on the threshold, seeming to want to say more. 'You should not let just anyone kiss your hand, you know,' he said, the mock seriousness still in his voice. 'Greta will tell you that. And definitely no kissing anywhere off the dance floor—in the gardens, for instance, or in empty hallways when no one else is near.' I believe she's covered that in one of her lectures,' I said demurely.

Then he reached out and squeezed my hand; I stiffened in response to the unfamiliar gesture. When he relaxed his grip, his palm quaked against mine. Both yearning and pathetic, this act stunned me. Baba had not done more than clap a shoulder—or perhaps straighten my jacket or smooth a hair into place—in the last thirteen years.

When we try to turn ourselves into a beautiful object, it is because we mistakenly consider ourselves to be an object, when a human being is really the other two: a gesture, and a reproduction of the human type.

Lock reached for the French toast first, but Ric slapped his hand away and placed a carefully prepared plate in front of him. As Lock waited, Ric went to the counter and returned with a small strainer. He tapped the side, covering the French toast with powdered sugar. Somehow the wolf managed not to get any on Lock's bacon or sausage. "There. Isn't that nice?" "I have to say our relationship is getting stranger and stranger as we get older.

Hey, hey!" Gwen said excitedly. "Look at this! Look at this!" She extended her arm and gave him the finger.

I want to awkwardly hug you.

A chimpanzee who is really gearing up for a fight doesn't waste time with gestures but just goes ahead and attacks.

They strolled toward the causeway, and he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. 'I am quite capable of moving of my own volition, I thank you,' Diana said, staring straight ahead. He looked down at her in feigned astonishment. 'I am quite sure you are,' he said. 'I would have swung you up into my arms if I had thought you were not.' He retained his hold of her hand.

She held out her right hand to him. He took it in his, held it in a firm clasp for a moment, and then raised it to his lips. If he tried to say anything more, he thought, smiling at her, he would surely disgrace himself by weeping.

He had glanced hastily around, but there were other riders in sight. He had had to content himself with lifting her hand, drawing her glove down to bare her wrist, and pressing his lips to the pulse there.

Ezra kissed Ivy's right and then left palm. Your hands. Then he clasped both her hands between his. Ours

She looked around the room and motioned for the waitress to bring her check. Eb waited while she settled her tab.

He bowed to show his respect. "Thank you," said Jack and Annie. They bowed back to him.

She waved a dinosaur book

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a silver watch on a chain. "This is a gift for both of you," she said.

She reached over and squeezed him by the arm. "You did this for me," she said. "Yeah, I did this for you, but don't make it a thing.

Stevie meant to smile and nod, but she ended up enacting the shrug emoticon.

If you want, he said with a shrug. It's up to you. If you want to be lifted, I'll lift you.' Oh yes, Elsa said, refilling all the glasses. There will be lifting. Clio realized that she hadn't spoken through any of this. It was all Elsa lifting and carrying the conversation, twirling around with it. Sure, Clio said. Pick up me up. Aidan tipped his head in concession, his green eyes lit up for once. You want me to pick you up, I guess I can't refuse.

We live in our minds, and existence is the attempt to bring that life into physical reality, to state it in gesture and form.

She moved her hand and let it rest against his. He did not withdraw his fingers and he did not pretend indifference. She bent over, holding his hand, not raising it from his knee, and she pressed her lips to his hand. Her hat fell off, he saw the blond head at his knees, he felt her mouth kissing his hand again and again. His fingers held hers, answering, but that was the only answer.

It takes no kindness to respect a man who deserves respect - it's only payment which he's earned. To give an unearned respect is the supreme gesture of charity

she could not pay him the tribute of hostility. He knew that he disliked her violently. But he watched the shape of her mouth, the movements of her lips framing words; he watched the way she crossed her legs, a gesture smooth and exact, like an expensive instrument being folded; and he could not escape the feeling of incredulous admiration he had experienced when he had seen her for the first time.

McConnell raised his hand like a traffic cop and said, "You must be under the mistaken impression that I care.