Dictionary Of Body Language Novels & Stories

A symbol of something beautiful, bold, and unbreakable. "Better," Coach Emily nodded. "Now the spin." I turned smoothly at the end of the runway strip, letting my hips guide me. My posture straight, my body light. We repeated the walk at least ten more times. Each time she corrected a detail. My hand swing. My shoulders. The curve of my neck. "Your body language must tell a story before your mouth ever opens," she said, watching me carefully. "The judges should know who you are before you speak a word."

He responded and smiled. He finally released me from his grip and turned his back towards me. This was an indirect way to say that I was free to go. He just used his body language to communicate with me. I guess he didn't like to talk too much then. I walked back to the table and the atmosphere felt uneasy. As I came closer to where the other women were, silence filled the room. Although I refused to look them eye to eye, I could feel their eyes pierce through my skin.

It’s the rest. The way I cross my legs. The way I hold a glass without thinking. The tilt of my head when I’m listening. Body language is a language he doesn’t realize he learned until it starts speaking to him. Tomorrow night, I’ll make sure it screams.

I finally said, forcing a small laugh. He smiled faintly, unbothered. “Maybe. But I read people for a living, remember? Body language, posture, breath, it tells stories. Yours says you’re strong but tired. Confident but… guarded.” “Wow,” I said, folding my arms, partly to hide the sudden shiver running down my spine. “You always psychoanalyze your students like this, or am I just lucky?” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Only the ones who make me curious.”

I won't let him forget it. The day ticks forward. He takes another call, then another. His body language betrays him, stepping away each time, hushed and hurried. My suspicion grows with every furtive move, every nervous glance. I make myself comfortable, make myself home. I stretch, let my body show its true nature. The canines in my mouth begin to press against my lips, and I smile.

That couldn't have been right. Her body language had shown that she’d tensed up when I shot the question at her, that's when I decided to observe her calmly as though nothing that could leave her lips could hurt me any further. I was more focused on reading her body language while she spoke, and that made most of what she’d uttered to sound like gibberish since she looked unsure of her replies.

She was lying… Not the part about him being her colleague, but the part about not liking him. It was so glaring. Her body language sold her out. Dawn found it difficult to make eye contact whenever she was lying. Her shaky voice always sells her out, not to mention the rigorous tapping of her nails on a flat surface.

I can’t tell who she is exactly due to where she’s standing in relation to the camera but Lucas is quite clear. His body language screams aggression as he approaches Cole. Cole’s body language is quite submissive even though Lucas is the same size as him. He actively backs away from Lucas until he has nowhere, except the stairs leading to the third floor, to go. I jump out of my seat when he hits Cole in the head with his left hand, landing in the general area of the laceration we just fixed last night. I always watch the video without sound first. I have found that reading body language first helps me get a sense of the interaction between the individuals before putting conversation into th

I wаnt him to know I’m соmрlеtеlу соmfоrtаblе in hіѕ tеrrіtоrу. Bоdу language іѕ оnе оf the first tools I uѕе tо influence реорlе. I uѕе mу рhуѕісаl dоmіnаnсе to full effect. Jеѕѕuр is a short mаn. He mау be extra vіоlеnt to compensate, but I’m sure hе’ll fееl іt.

His legs tensed and the muscles in them shifted, his head tilted back, and he began to sigh and pant. He was close; I knew. We might have only slept together a couple of times, but I knew his body language more than I knew mine. I was more attentive to him and have read him, down to how his toes clench when he finally tips down the edge, and the small smile that plays on his lips whenever he comes down from the high.