It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;--not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
These are the lips of the lake, on which no beard grows.
His warm lips brushed her forehead.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
His lips twisted into a wry smile.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
A long sigh escaped her lips as she slid back down under the covers.
Officer Quint unfolded his body and wiped vomit from his lips with a handkerchief.
That wide-eyed innocent look and those full lips reminded him of a fairytale princess.
Far from the grouchy expression he had put on at the beginning of the ride, now his eyes flashed with humor, and his lips were twisted in a friendly smile.
For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.
Your lips are turning blue!
"What brought you back?" was the next question, and Dorothy's eye rested on an antlered head hanging on the wall just over the fireplace, and caught its lips in the act of moving.
Augustine said this could not be the case because he could neither hear Ambrose nor see his lips moving.
I moved my lips and gesticulated frantically without result.
My thoughts would often rise and beat up like birds against the wind, and I persisted in using my lips and voice.
Miss Fuller's method was this: she passed my hand lightly over her face, and let me feel the position of her tongue and lips when she made a sound.
In reading my teacher's lips I was wholly dependent on my fingers: I had to use the sense of touch in catching the vibrations of the throat, the movements of the mouth and the expression of the face; and often this sense was at fault.
"If anyone comes meddling again," said he, emitting the words separately through his thin compressed lips, "I will throw him down there.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
She gave him a passionately angry glance, and hardly able to restrain her tears and maintain the artificial smile on her lips, she got up and left the room.
Of course, Alex didn't have any gray hair yet, and his lips were fuller - more defined.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
For a moment she surrendered to his warm lips and secure embrace, clinging to him as her heart stepped up pace.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
His lips quivered and he began to cry.
Pressing his lips together he made that effort for the twenty-thousandth time and lay down.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
On seeing his daughter he moved his helpless lips and made a hoarse sound.
He muttered unceasingly, his eyebrows and lips twitching, and it was impossible to tell whether he understood what was going on around him or not.
He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
He twitched her hand, and his brows and lips quivered angrily.
Then his lips and tongue moved, sounds came, and he began to speak, gazing timidly and imploringly at her, evidently afraid that she might not understand.
"No, he's not dead--it's impossible!" she told herself and approached him, and repressing the terror that seized her, she pressed her lips to his cheek.
When he released him Prince Andrew saw that Kutuzov's flabby lips were trembling and that tears were in his eyes.
After hearing the matter, Kutuzov smacked his lips together and shook his head.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
"Very well," Señor Medena said, his lips trying to suppress a smile his eyes couldn't hide.
Alex looked surprised for a moment and then his lips clamped together firmly.
He gazed down at her, a wry smile on his lips - his eyes mocking her.
She slipped eagerly into his arms and their lips met hungrily.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
She kissed his lips softly and rolled away from him.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
He groaned and captured her lips again.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Dulce handed Carmen a picture, her face a study of emotion, but her lips revealing nothing.
She bit her lips to keep them from quivering and blinked her eyes to get rid of the blur.
Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.
She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.
She forced her lips to expel it.
A wry smile twisted his lips, his gaze faintly annoyed.
His lips thinned to a straight line.
Even the tiny rose petal lips looked pale.
His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.
Instead, he assisted her, his lips seeking hers urgently all the while.
He planted a lingering kiss on her lips and drew back.
Connie pursed her lips and whistled softly.
She touched her lips with trembling fingers, her face burning.
Allen swallowed again, almost cringing as he licked his lips and turned desperate eyes on Lisa.
He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him and kissed her lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.
She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
Her arms encircled his neck, and her lips met his eagerly.
In spite of her resolve, her lips responded to his silent quest.
His lips brushed the top of her hand lightly.
His warm lips left hers and started down her neck, forcing a moan from hers.
She snuggled close to him and his lips found hers again.
The blue ice melted with warmth and a slow smile twisted his lips in an attractive way.
The smile melted from her lips and her body chilled.
But words never came to her lips, only long sobs.
His lips were warm and responsive.
I could not read her lips easily; so my progress was much slower than in German.
It is like the kiss of warm lips on my face.
So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.
I read from Mark Twain's lips one or two of his good stories.
And I would keep my little hand on her face all the while, because it amused me to feel her face and lips move when she talked with people.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
I read her lips almost exclusively, (she does not know the manual alphabet) and we get on quite well.
She reads the lips well, and if she cannot understand a phrase, her friends write it in her hand, and in this way she converses with strangers.
The lips of the singer were closed.
She recognized that others used their lips; she "saw" her father reading a paper and when he laid it down she sat in his chair and held the paper before her face.
I made no effort to teach her to speak, because I regarded her inability to watch the lips of others as an insurmountable obstacle.
These words she had caught without instruction from the lips of friends.
Enough appears in the accounts by Miss Keller's teacher to show the process by which she reads the lips with her fingers, the process by which she was taught to speak, and by which, of course, she can listen to conversation now.
In reading the lips she is not so quick or so accurate as some reports declare.
The ability to read the lips helps Miss Keller in getting corrections of her pronunciation from Miss Sullivan and others, just as it was the means of her learning to speak at all, but it is rather an accomplishment than a necessity.
The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.
Lorrain, pursing up his lips, waved a severely negative finger before his nose.
Anna Mikhaylovna made a hurried sign with her eyes, glancing at the sick man's hand and moving her lips as if to send it a kiss.
Pierre, carefully stretching his neck so as not to touch the quilt, followed her suggestion and pressed his lips to the large boned, fleshy hand.
When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they happened to touch.
He laughed in his usual dry, cold, unpleasant way, with his lips only and not with his eyes.
Dolokhov looked round but did not say anything, nor did the mocking smile on his lips change.
The general's face clouded, his lips quivered and trembled.
Nesvitski, moving his moist lips as he chewed something, and flourishing his arm, called him to enter.
The soldiers lifted the canteen lids to their lips with reverential faces, emptied them, rolling the vodka in their mouths, and walked away from the sergeant major with brightened expressions, licking their lips and wiping them on the sleeves of their greatcoats.
The soldier was pale, his blue eyes looked impudently into the commander's face, and his lips were smiling.
He was about to stoop over her hand and kiss it, but with a rapid, almost brutal movement of her head, she intercepted his lips and met them with her own.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
In the middle of one of the longest sentences, he stopped the rotary motion of the snuffbox, raised his head, and with inimical politeness lurking in the corners of his thin lips interrupted Weyrother, wishing to say something.
Pale, with quivering lips, Pierre snatched the copy.
He sucked and swallowed the cold snow, his lips quivered but his eyes, still smiling, glittered with effort and exasperation as he mustered his remaining strength.
At that moment she was oblivious of her surroundings, and from her smiling lips flowed sounds which anyone may produce at the same intervals and hold for the same time, but which leave you cold a thousand times and the thousand and first time thrill you and make you weep.
And seizing his father's hand, he pressed it to his lips and burst into tears.
Pierre looked at that aged, stern, motionless, almost lifeless face and moved his lips without uttering a sound.
At last he saw him: the rosy boy had tossed about till he lay across the bed with his head lower than the pillow, and was smacking his lips in his sleep and breathing evenly.
He bent over him and, as his sister had taught him, tried with his lips whether the child was still feverish.
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
She held out her hand to him, and with a mixed feeling of estrangement and tenderness pressed her lips to his forehead as he stooped to kiss her hand.
He slipped his arms under the cloak that covered her head, embraced her, pressed her to him, and kissed her on the lips that wore a mustache and had a smell of burnt cork.
Sonya kissed him full on the lips, and disengaging her little hands pressed them to his cheeks.
Keep calm, I will call again tomorrow, said Metivier; and putting his fingers to his lips he hastened away.
Natasha raised her head and, kissing her friend on the lips, pressed her wet face against her.
Burning lips were pressed to hers, and at the same instant she felt herself released, and Helene's footsteps and the rustle of her dress were heard in the room.
Anatole lay on the sofa in the study leaning on his elbow and smiling pensively, while his handsome lips muttered tenderly to himself.
Her eyes were dry and glistening, her lips compressed, her cheeks sunken.
With compressed and parched lips and dry fixed eyes, she sat at the window, uneasily watching the people who drove past and hurriedly glancing round at anyone who entered the room.
His face was gloomy and his lips compressed.
Again Napoleon brought out his snuffbox, paced several times up and down the room in silence, and then, suddenly and unexpectedly, went up to Balashev and with a slight smile, as confidently, quickly, and simply as if he were doing something not merely important but pleasing to Balashev, he raised his hand to the forty-year-old Russian general's face and, taking him by the ear, pulled it gently, smiling with his lips only.
As soon as she began to speak of that, her lips trembled and her tears began to fall.
Petya was now a handsome rosy lad of fifteen with full red lips and resembled Natasha.
Your mother's milk has hardly dried on your lips and you want to go into the army!
The wounded, bandaged with rags, with pale cheeks, compressed lips, and knitted brows, held on to the sides of the carts as they were jolted against one another.
At last he rose, kissed the icon as a child does with naively pouting lips, and again bowed till he touched the ground with his hand.
He paced up and down a few times in silence, but his eyes glittered feverishly and his lips quivered as he began speaking.
As soon as Prince Andrew opened his eyes, the doctor bent over, kissed him silently on the lips, and hurried away.
Men were supporting him in their arms and offering him a glass of water, but his trembling, swollen lips could not grasp its rim.
The abbe, a well-fed man with a plump, clean-shaven chin, a pleasant firm mouth, and white hands meekly folded on his knees, sat close to Helene and, with a subtle smile on his lips and a peaceful look of delight at her beauty, occasionally glanced at her face as he explained his opinion on the subject.
The tall youth moved his lips and swayed from side to side.
Makar Alexeevich was standing with parted lips, swaying, as if about to fall asleep, as he leaned against the wall.
The countess went up to her daughter and touched her head with the back of her hand as she was wont to do when Natasha was ill, then touched her forehead with her lips as if to feel whether she was feverish, and finally kissed her.
Natasha's thin pale face, with its swollen lips, was more than plain--it was dreadful.
"Sire!" said Michaud with a subtle, scarcely perceptible smile on his lips, having now prepared a well-phrased reply, "sire, I left the whole army, from its chiefs to the lowest soldier, without exception in desperate and agonized terror..."
One crossed himself continually, the other scratched his back and made a movement of the lips resembling a smile.
His lips are firmly closed, his eyes glitter, and a wrinkle comes and goes on his pale forehead.
His face grew brighter and brighter with an old man's mild smile, which drew the corners of his lips and eyes into a cluster of wrinkles.
Now a smile at the joy of life always played round his lips, and sympathy for others, shone in his eyes with a questioning look as to whether they were as contented as he was, and people felt pleased by his presence.
Pierre listened to her with lips parted and eyes fixed upon her full of tears.
She spoke little of Pierre, but when Princess Mary mentioned him a long-extinguished light once more kindled in her eyes and her lips curved with a strange smile.
Countess Mary turned red and then pale, but continued to sit with head bowed and lips compressed and gave her husband no reply.
Countess Mary raised her head and tried to speak, but hastily looked down again and her lips puckered.
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.