Quotes About Gesture

The conquerors always assumed that what they conquered was identity. But the truth was, identity could only be killed from within, and even that gesture was but a chimera. Isolation had many children, and dissolution was but one of them – yet its path was unique, for that path began when identity was left behind.

She behaved as would a widow, the kind that then made mourning a way of life, a ritualized assembly of habits. The light of day had become a thing to turn away from. A gesture of invitation was answered with muttered regrets. And the sorrowing mask never left her face.

There were loves in the world that never found voice. There were secrets never unveiled, and what would have been the point of that? She was no languid beauty. She was no genius wit. Courage failed her again and again, but not this time, as she drew sharp blades lengthways up her wrists, at precise angles, and watched as life flowed away. In Irilta's mind, this last gesture was but a formality.

What gesture will you make, to announce to all the true colour of your soul? How long will we all wait for you to find your courage?

Daniel glanced at Shem, who raised a single, scornful eyebrow. He reached out and touched Daniel's face, as if they were alone in the room. Daniel could not help but derive a certain amount of satisfaction from the gesture.

The group began to move, circling slowly, feeling with their hands for an invisible boundary. They were claiming the space for their own. There were no words, no verbal summoning of the elements. To Ari, this was something new; the silent, spiralling bodies describing the parameters of their temple. Then one by one, each member of the group spun in the middle of the circle, describing with gestures the sanctity of the chosen space, slowly whirling shapes of rags and hair.

Avirzah'e bowed in my direction, perhaps a little too extravagantly to be sincere.

He was exquisite; almost too good to brisk, and yet, someone, somewhere, had surrendered him, this lovely son, for our refreshment. I could have wept at the gesture.

At the end of the top of the desk, the sickle caught the phone and the tip of the blade broke off. There are days, thought Rostnikov, where fate denies a man even the most meaningless of dramatic gestures. The

The word 'figure' from choreography . . . means something like a momentary attitude of the body or a fragment of a dance.

The most shocking act, closely examined, is just a louder version of some habitual gesture. No one is ever "out of character." That idea just makes Frazer laugh.

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

There is one who kisses and the other who offers a cheek.

A kiss is the only object you can throw at someone without being held criminally responsible.

If I have only one coin left in the world, I will buy a rose to propose to you.

As I expected, my retirement sent shock waves through the system. But not in the way I intended. In the three months after I retired, seventy other geiko also quit the business. I appreciated the gesture, though it seemed a little late to be showing solidarity with me at that point. And the powers that be didn't change a thing.

And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.

Ico took the girls hand in his own, the gesture feeling intensely familiar, as the sun shone brightly over the end of their long story.

Ico thrust out his left hand, shouting to the girl. She had already sunk to her knees. For the space of a breath, barely long enough to blink, she hesitated. Her eyes focused on Ico, questioning, trying to peer into the bottom of his soul. Where her gaze fell on him, he felt cool, as though clear water washed over him. He gasped with the sensation. She thrust out her arm and grabbed his hand.

Ma waggled her head in a way that meant don't be silly and also look how much clearing up there is to do. She could speak entire sentences by moving her head and using her eyes.

Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.

you like to have some cup of tea?-July bent at the doorway and began that day for them as his kind has always done for their kind.

Almost everyone agrees with her. However much they look into her eyes and think she is uttering mere niceties, they are sworn to that ultimate courtesy, which is to believe what people want us to believe. And thus, when Mrs. Willow bids them good afternoon, they courteously rise to their feet. "Good afternoon," they smile back, shaking hands carefully, and postponing their slow, rhythmic applause and the smashing of the teacups.

Sage was right behind her and when she passed by Creed's chair he reached out and touched her arm. She stopped and looked down at him quizzically. You sure look pretty this morning, he said.