Her lip began to tremble.
Her face had shriveled, her upper lip had sunk in, and her eyes were dim.
She nibbled on her lower lip, thinking furiously.
He glanced at her and his lip twitched.
Mary gnawed on her lower lip and it was her turn to blush.
Her arms were crossed and she was chewing on her lower lip again.
Cynthia bit her lip; the euphoria of speaking with Martha was slipping away.
More anger stirred as Jade bit his lip to keep from defending Kris.
Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm.
He had grown, become rosier, had curly dark hair, and, when merry and laughing, quite unconsciously lifted the upper lip of his pretty little mouth just as the little princess used to do.
The Emperor began to breathe heavily and rapidly, his lower lip trembled, and tears instantly appeared in his fine blue eyes.
Her lower lip pushed out and then she started to cry.
Her gaze took in his masculine chin, the square cut lower lip and the piercing blue eyes - only right now they weren't piercing.
She chewed her lower lip and studied him from under lowered lashes.
In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern.
The lip twitched again.
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands again.
My wife was biting her lip and tears began seeping down her cheeks.
Julie bit her lip but didn't answer.
She bit her lip but didn't acknowledge what I said.
Molly started to bite her lip and I thought tears would follow but Betsy grabbed her hand.
My wife bit her lip not to cry.
I could see my wife's nervousness; picking at her fingers, chewing her lip, twirling her hair.
She chewed on her lip, thinking hard.
Xander's lip curled with a growl.
She chewed her lip and glanced at her own wrist.
Pierre's lip was completely insubordinate, and it was obvious he'd never worked for Dusty.
Sofia bit her lip and crossed her arms, unable to admit she couldn't really eat.
She pressed her lip together to hide her fangs.
She nibbled on her lower lip with her tiny fangs.
Martha bit her quivering lip and began to cry.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, hugging against him like a lost child.
She nibbled on her lower lip with the tiny fangs.
She bit her lip and then lifted her gaze to meet his.
She gnawed on her lip again.
His pointed teeth rested on his lower lip, his dark eyes displaying the intelligence of a being that existed from the time-before-time.
He licked his hand, where blood from her lip remained.
She bit her lip and began to fumble with a small purse.
She bit her lip but didn't answer, causing an uncomfortable silence.
She started to say something but just bit her lip and began to cry.
Dean bit his lip but had enough sense not to take the bait.
While she wasn't crying, she was biting her lip against doing so, and kept blinking her reddened eyes.
Sarah pinched her bottom lip with her thumb and index finger.
Elizabeth watched in horror as his lower lip blistered.
He touched his lip with his tongue.
His lip had started to heal, but there was still evidence of a burn.
Katie gnawed on her lower lip and let her gaze shift to a watermark on the yellowed wallpaper.
She bit her lip and stared at the blanket.
She met his gaze and knew her lip was quivering.
In the fall Helen and Miss Sullivan entered the Wright-Humason School in New York, which makes a special of lip-reading and voice-culture.
As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.
Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression.
The two younger ones were embroidering: both were rosy and pretty and they differed only in that one had a little mole on her lip which made her much prettier.
The little princess had grown stouter during this time, but her eyes and her short, downy, smiling lip lifted when she began to speak just as merrily and prettily as ever.
Her cheeks had sunk, her lip was drawn up, and her eyes drawn down.
The conversation was general and animated, thanks to Princess Lise's voice and little downy lip that lifted over her white teeth.
Her eyes were smiling expectantly, her downy lip rose and remained lifted in childlike happiness.
Strands of her black hair lay round her inflamed and perspiring cheeks, her charming rosy mouth with its downy lip was open and she was smiling joyfully.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
He glanced around the pool and lifted his upper lip in disdain.
Tears burned her eyes and her lower lip trembled.
Cassie folded the lip of her sombrero down to protect her face from the scorching sun.
She smiled and her lip cracked.
Again the lip twitched.
He bit his lip and spoke.
She chewed her lower lip, warm eyes troubled.
He nibbled on her lower lip then deepened the kiss.
She sat up and gazed at him, chewing her lip in a way he knew to be an indication that she was troubled.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
"She's got your lip," Damian teased.
Deidre rubbed her upper lip again.
Her lip was still mending, but otherwise she didn't look as bad as expected.
Dean bit his lip, assuming the little woman was about to complain about Gladys Turnbull's late night writing, but she had other concerns.
She gnawed on her lower lip and finally met his gaze.
It astonished me to find how much easier it is to talk than to spell with the fingers, and I discarded the manual alphabet as a medium of communication on my part; but Miss Sullivan and a few friends still use it in speaking to me, for it is more convenient and more rapid than lip-reading.
My progress in lip-reading and speech was not what my teachers and I had hoped and expected it would be.
The lip--labium, from labor (?)--laps or lapses from the sides of the cavernous mouth.
The princess said nothing, but suddenly her short downy lip quivered.
She was lying dead, in the same position he had seen her in five minutes before and, despite the fixed eyes and the pallor of the cheeks, the same expression was on her charming childlike face with its upper lip covered with tiny black hair.
He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.