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.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.
These are the lips of the lake, on which no beard grows.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
His warm lips brushed her forehead.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
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.
His lips quivered and he began to cry.
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.
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.
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.