Quotes About Gesture

He smiled sadly, then placed his hand around mine so we were holding the book together. "I believe that - with everything I have," he said, holding my gaze. He kissed the edge of the book because he could not kiss me.

Susan glanced down and smiled. 'Go away, Sieglinde,' she said, giving her a push. It's food, not me, you fraud!' Sieglinde regained her balance with the dexterity of a tight-rope walker. She sighed and whinnied under her breath continuously, while her paws took a firmer grip of Susan's knee.

Proscenium of nearly identical mountain ridges, arched out and downward, one 'after' another, to the valley floor: curtains tied back, a gesture

Thus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture.

Once, she had ridden her bicycle into a fence just because he had happened to drive past and wave at her.

Then he leaned over, right there in the restaurant parking lot, and kissed me. And it wasn't a friendship kiss, either. It was tender and real, and utterly romantic.

Her voice froze on the second word, like a feather taking off in a sudden draft. Then it cooed and hovered and soared and eddied and the silent invitation of a smile picked delicately at the corners of her lips, very slowly, like a child trying to pick up a snowflake.

Then she lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theater curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.

Javonen smiled - very slightly. Call it a down payment on a smile.

Grenz picked up a ruler and sighted along it, a meaningless gesture which kept him from looking at me.

In a Cafe I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

I love you, Lance. He rattles the frame of the window and reaches out at me. I guess that's his way of saying I love you too..

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his figures back into dust.

The Lady Ishil gestured. Oh, we asked. It wasn't difficult. Everyone in this pigsty of a town seems to know where you sleep. A delicately curled lip. She let him go. And with who. Ringil ignored that one. I'm a hero, Mother. What do you expect?

On Harlan's World, streetlife has a stripped-back elegance to it, an economy of motion and gesture that feels almost like choreography if you're not used to it. I grew up with it, so the effect doesn't register until it's not there any more.

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you'd do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It's just as eloquent as speech.

This being Europe, I felt it safe to kiss her on the cheek.

When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.

The ruby landed at the baron's feet. "Repayment, Baron, from Lady Kincaid.

There were those whose love spilled over into their every gesture, and so was shared by all who knew them. But they were rare folk indeed.

My response came without thinking. I made a gesture that said, I know. I believe you . And when he held out his hand to help me up the bank, I took it without flinching, as I had done once before in a torrential downpour, when that hand had been my only grip on reality in a flight from death. I trusted him. He was a Briton, and I trusted him.

Stop looking as if you'd like to toss me from the window. Give me a hug, and go on to your dinner guest.

The other animals. When she didn't reply, he sighed, frustration on his face. They have - what you say - hop, hop. And they have the- He put his hand behind his head and made a 'V' then wiggled his fingers. Ah! You mean hares.

Okay. Good.' He fumbled for his keys and held them out to her, but she did not take