Quotes About Gesture

A gesture cannot be regarded as the expression of an individual, as his creation (because no individual is capable of creating a fully original gesture, belonging to nobody else), nor can it even be regarded as that person's instrument; on the contrary, it is gestures that use us as their instruments, as their bearers and incarnations

After all, when you give someone a present, you want to do so out of love, you want to give your friend a piece of heart!

Wenn Jan die Grenze für sich als ein Höchstmaß an zulässiger Wiederholbarkeit definiert hat, muss ich ihn jetzt korrigieren: die Grenze ist kein Resultat der Wiederholung. Die Wiederholung ist lediglich eine der Möglichkeiten, um die Grenze sichtbar zu machen. Die Grenzlinie ist staubbedeckt, und die Wiederholung ist wie die Geste einer Hand, die den Staub wegwischt.

Da li znaš da ?itaš poljupce? Poljupci su kao ljubavna pisma. Mogu se pro?itati, a mogu se baciti nepro?itani. Poljubac može da zna?i zdravo! Ili laku no?, zbogom, ili dobro jutro! On zna?i dovi?enja, nosi izdaju i smrt, ili bolest, govori dobro došli, seti me se, ili sre?an put! Poljubac je zalog sre?e, se?anje, laž, obe?anje, ili dug sa kamatom. Vesnik radosti ili nesre?e. Kroz poljubac jedno naše telo odlazi u naše drugo telo...

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

Put a love note in his shaving kit before he leaves on a business trip.

You're doing it again, " he said."Doing what?" I asked, wondering if I had done something wrong."Melting my heart with your smile, " he said.

Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise?

How can he"—and he pointed at me with the same look and gesture as that with which once he pointed me out to his class, on, or rather after, a particular occasion which he never fails to remind me of—"know anything of a young ladies?

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me;

That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.

He put the box in Kahlan's lap. As she picked it up, she gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen. Before he even knew what he had done, he had leaned over and given Kahlan a quick kiss. Her eyes went wide, and she didn't kiss him back, but the feel of her lips shocked him into realizing what he had done. Oh. Sorry, he said. She laughed. Forgiven.

I also brought some berries." She pulled out a cloth bundle. "I thought you might like something sweet. Can I share them with you?" He eyed her up and down. "I guess you're small enough, you couldn't eat that many.

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

And he took the man's hand.

Our message is first and foremost a nonverbal one; our message is our own action.

I had a fan go down on one knee with a ring and ask me to marry him.

Val Kilmer gave my husband, David Mamet, a Randall knife as a gift when the two of them were making the film 'Spartan.'

He closed his fingers around hers before she might snatch it away. Her wee hand was nearly swallowed by his. It meant more to him than kisses. More even than bedplay. When women sought him for sex, it was for their pleasure. But Chloe's small hand had been given without taking.

He rested his hand on Zadie's leg. She looked down at it. Did he mean to put it there? Maybe he just needed a place to rest his hand. He'd been playing guitar all night. Perhaps his wrist was tired.

The stroke of each caress, to the abyss Whether dark or transparent We shall not know No stroke is a caress; not even in its gentlest gesture Your skin touches mine Music touches us, with its innermost membranes . . .

The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold his lips against the back a long moment. He did not exactly kiss it so much as breathe her in. She feared her hand smelled of bacon, but he didn't seem to care.

Can we not will ourselves to achieve the impossible? Can we not use the power of our life force to change something: one small thing, one insignificant moment, one breath, one gesture? Is there nothing we can do to change what is around us?

Can we not will ourselves to achieve the impossible? Can we not use the power of our life force to change something: one small thing, on insignificant moment, one breath, one gesture? Is there nothing we can do to change what is around us?