Quotes About Gesture

handed me a drying towel. "You

He has already struck the match, his hands cupped to protect the small flame against the currents of the air but also to smuggle more of his body into the exchange, under cover of courtesy. Frazer always cups his hands around the flame and leans near, even when indoors in a place with no drafts. Some men embrace all the retrograde aspects of gallantry because they've intuited that to be gallant is to take sexual hold of a woman, however obliquely. She thinks Frazer is one of these men.

Zane moved his horse next to Lucy's and simply grabbed the girl around the waist. When she settled on the saddle in front of him, he unbuttoned his coat, tucked it around her, then fastened the bottom three buttons. "I wish he could do that with me," Maya said with a shiver.

In time, the grief turned into a dull ache with occasional flares of agony. It was like a fading bruise Annie forgot about until she bumped into a memory. Gran. It was the little moments that pierced most sharply, the remembrance of a smile, a gesture, a soft-voiced phrase.

It's a Kalahari diamond," he said. "I picked a square cut because it looks like a crystal of salt." Margot reached across the table and touched two fingers to his lips. "It's the prettiest thing I ever saw.

A lovely young Italian girl passed by. Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion. Dr Greysteel could only suppose that he was treating the young woman to the Byronic profile and the Byronic expression.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

Meteorology is the study of how to wear a dress while pointing at Albany.

Catholics speak, like baseball players, in the coded language of gesture. Sure, the Roman Catholic Church is an abomination to man and a disgrace to God, but it comes with a highly structured Mass, several sacred pilgrimages, the oldest songs, the most impressive architecture, and a whole bunch of things to do whenever you enter the church. Taken all together, they make you one with your brother.

This was a simple exchange, labor for cash. It had nothing to do with gestures of kindness, or if you knew the other guy's name or not, or what mans' ultimate purpose on earth might be. What the market would bear--that was the only relevant question. (from the short story 'A Fair Price')

I shift the dozen roses I've bought along with a copy of a spy novel—Red Sparrow by Jason Matthews— to shake her hand.

But I do know," he continued, "how to salvage an evening for a girl in a party dress." He stood up, bowed. Held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" "Here?

no one had ever brought her flowers before, and she hadn't known until that very moment how badly she'd wanted someone to do so.

And could it even really be called a kiss? It had been very, very short. And did it mean anything if the kisser (him) had been feeling terribly grateful to the kissee (her) and possibly even indebted, in the most elemental of ways? She'd saved his life, after all. A kiss was not entirely out of order. Plus, he had said, "Forgive me." Did it count as a kiss if the kisser had asked for forgiveness? Honoria thought not.

That ought to do it.' He stood up and held out his hand to her, but she ignored it, rolling over so that she could sit on the grassy knoll. He stood there awkwardly until she patted the spot on the grass next to her. He hesitated, and Belle finally groaned and slapped her down on the ground with considerable force. 'Oh, please,' she said in a semi-irritated voice. 'I'm not going to bite.' John sat down.

He caught one of her hands and turned his face into it, kissing her palm

It wasn't when his hands had gone 'round her upper arms to steady her.

It was late. Had he gone out in the dark? Just to pick her a flower? "Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.

Instead of letting me go, he slid his hand down my arm in a gesture that sent sparks of desire through my entire body. "This okay?" he murmured, taking my hand in his. "Sure." I struggled to control my breathing, hoping my voice didn't sound too ragged. "It… it's nice." "Good." He gave me an intense look, his eyes flashing gold. "Come on, let's go dance.

This is because the caress is not a simple stroking; it is a shaping.

He have a modified shrug that tilted one shoulder forward,

Jenny flashed him her clearest 'on your bike, sonny' smile and indicated the steps.

again. In front of her, PC Rodney Broadstairs looked over his shoulder at her and winked.