Quotes About Gesture

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey, smooth and sweet and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes-and all the while remain as still as the center of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract to themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.

She was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes — and all the while remain as still as the centre of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.

Si hubiera sido capaz de sonreír, habría sonreído en aquel momento

Eds atbildot kaut ko no?urd un pied?v? Bovenam aps?sties, negaid?ti piemin?dams fragmentu no "Voldenas", kad ar žestu nor?da uz vien?go kr?slu istab?. Toro teica, ka vi?a m?j? esot tr?s kr?sli, Eds ieminas. Viens vientul?bai, otrs draudz?bai un trešais sabiedr?bai. Man ir tikai viens kr?sls vientul?bai. Ja v?l piemer kl?t gultu, varb?t san?k divi draudz?bai.

Go blind now, today: eternity also is full of eyes - in them drowns what helped images down the way they came, in them fades what took you out of language, lifted you out with a gesture which you allowed to happen like the dance of the words made of autumn and silk and nothingness.

then traced a fingertip across his forehead, around one eye, along the length of his nose. As if she wanted to later draw his likeness.

Without saying anything I reached for the champagne flute he held and downed it in one go. It was a dramatic gesture, but there were bits of verse still swirling in my head like the milky trails of stars.

She said something in Kiowa in a happy tone. My name is Ay-ti-Podle, the Cicada, whose song means there is a fruit ripening nearby. She gestured back toward the big bay saddle horse and tossed her hair back. It was as if she wanted to include Pasha in this newfound happiness.

Alexander raised his shaking right hand to his temple, to his lips, to his heart.

The most beautiful man in the world says everything with his eyes, and the rest with his hands and mouth.

he followed the ball down to the other end of the court, stopped, stared at me with contempt, and then did the strangest thing. He winked. Like he was flicking me off with his eyelid.