Quotes About Gesture

Sharon dropped to her knees and reached her hand over the edge. The gesture was supposed to be a sign of support. But she realized then that it was useless. His insanity was like the stream beneath the ground. It only flowed in one direction, into deeper and deeper darkness. She was going to lose him.

a compliment is like a kiss through a veil.

At six, she left Jack a note on the kitchen counter, just in case he got home before she did. It was a wasted gesture, of course. With his homing skills, she'd be through menopause by the time he found it.

Co kdybych t? drahá ob?sil?" Usmála se na n?ho dol?, snad mu dob?e nerozum?la, on se usmál též, kopl do židle a bylo to.

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

Can you believe him? Does he think if he just dangle his boy bits at you like a cat toy you'll go scampering after him?" "Of course he thinks that," said Karou. "This is his idea of a romantic gesture.

Gideon touched her cheek, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. "Did you know your name means 'wisdom'? It was very well-given.

Gracious, that's a lot of bosom you're showing," Magnus went on blithely, gesturing toward Tessa with the burning tip of his cigar. " Tout le monde sur le balcon , as they say in French," he added, miming a vast terrace jutting out from his chest. "Especially apt, as we are now, in fact, on a balcony.

I can see why you like it here," he said,making a sweeping gesture that encompassed Kyle's collection of movie posters and science fiction books. "There's a thin layer of nerd all over everything." said Jace. "Thanks. I appreciate that." Simon gave Jace a hard look.

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. "And one last thing," he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. "Much better," he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

Hey, Clary. You take care of yourself," he said. "I know you can." He paused. "And take care of Jace, that poor, helpless blond." Jace made an obscene gesture, which actually did feel familiar to Simon, so he knew that was their thing.

I brought you some coffee." he held out the cup but she waved it away. "I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know." -Luke and Clary, pg.209-

Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since its five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.

Ty reached out and brushed Kit's hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture that sent a shot of something through Kit, a feeling like he'd touched a live electrical fence.

As she reached to hug Amy, Loretta heard someone shout. She glanced back at the small cluster of wagons and saw a woman waving her arms and beckoning to them. "Something's up." Amy squinted into the sunlight. "Do they want their dung or not? Addlepated woman. If she thinks I'm gonna run all the way back over there, she's got another think.

I think I have something that belongs to you'. I held out my open hand, the stone resting in my palm. I expected her to take it. Instead she took the whole hand, and held it.

Het dooreen mengen van een zorgvuldig toebereide maaltijd geldt als een belediging van degene, die hem heeft gekookt [...]

Dire, schioccando le dita: Go, Stop, quando un ascensore sta per partire o fermarsi, e io sono solo della cabina; dirigere con entrambe le braccia un attacco d'orchestra invisibile che s'ascolta davanti alla radio... sono debolezze che ho dell'infanzia, m'è sempre piaciuto, per scherzo o rivalsa, fingere di condurre chi mi trascina.

Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.

It was small consolation, but it would have to do. I squeezed his hand once more, in lieu of things unsaid. Come on.

No money needed," said Billy, winking and tapping the side of his nose with his forefinger. "Nod's as good as a wink to a blind 'orse, if you know what I mean, miss.

That which I call a text is practically everything… Speech is a text, gesture is a text, reality is a text in this new sense. This is not about re-establishing graphocentrism alongside logocentrism or phonocentrism or text-centrism. The text is not a centre. The text is an openness without borders, of ever-differentiating references.

It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.

I really like the structure of my body. It moves well, it looks good, it photographs well, it understands gesture and nuance.