Quotes About Gesture

pressed it to her eyes. "Thank you. It means

To grasp the truth is a delicate gesture, like taking a hand in greeting, a lightness of touch is needed if one is to feel the presence of another being.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

She gave me a slightly sinister smile.

As always, I was pulled in by the small gesture. It was all that I knew about him, and it was perilous to me.

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me.

Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.

every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

start to object but he puts a finger to my lips.

At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old an rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.

member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

Thought you said this was just dinner?" Abe opens the glass door and holds it for me. As I pass by him, he lowers his head so that his voice is close to my ear. "It's never just dinner.

Evan sniffles and looks up at me. "But I made it for you," he says.

When someone does something special for me, I always cherish it.

A kind word sends vibes of love, if we are perceptive, if we know how love permeates and proliferates with this little gesture of giving.

The touched heart madly stirs, your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation, every sound is speech...

What are you doing?" Her voice stammered."Taking Your picture.""Why?" She began to reach for the camera, but he took a step back."Because you're beautiful

When he opens his mouth to speak, I place a finger on his