Phrases with "lips"

Virginia Woolf Lucy had just opened her lips to reply, and had laid her hand on her cross caressingly, when the gentlemen came in. Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf [1941]

Thomas Hardy Her lips were parted and she appeared for the moment to forget where she was. Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy

From Jeanne’s lips burst some broken words. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

E. Phillips Oppenheim His lips were indrawn, his face seemed instinct with a certain passionate but finely controlled emotion. Mysterious Mr. Sabin by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1898]

Her lips were rough against each other; her face must be stained and black. The Greater Trumps by Charles Williams

I thought so when his lips turned that queer color. The Eye of Osiris by R. Austin Freeman [1911]

Algernon Blackwood My lips were amid the ferny hair. The Bright Messenger by Algernon Blackwood [1922]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Mr. Sabin was pale and calm, yet there were traces of nervous exhilaration in his quivering lips and bright eyes. Mysterious Mr. Sabin by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1898]

George Meredith His sensitive ears were pained by the absence of his Christian name, which her lips had lavishly made sweet to him. Evan Harrington by George Meredith [1861]

Adam Lindsay Gordon They’ve paled, those rosebud lips that I kist, That slim waist has thickened rather, And the cub has the sprawling mutton fist, And the great splay foot of the father. Poems by Adam Lindsay Gordon

He had a huge head, with a wide forehead, big ox-like eyes, eye-brows as bushy as a bird’s nest, and a long straight mouth with the firm and mobile lips of the orator. The House on the Fens by Arthur Gask [1940]

Wilkie Collins Not a word will escape my lips until I have first seen Blanche in private. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

But he pulled himself together and forced his lips into a smile. The Jest of Life by Arthur Gask [1936]

Her lips parted and closed again. East Lynne by Ellen Wood [1861]

Arthur Conan Doyle There was a lady at Santarem—but my lips are sealed. The Crime of the Brigadier by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

Edgar Allan Poe But his limbs were rigid—his lips were livid—his lately beaming eyes were riveted in death. The Assignation by Edgar Allan Poe [1834]

My honest friend, Dan Donovan, paused here; I could perceive that he was praying, for his lips were busy, and I concluded that it was for the repose of that departed soul. The White Cat of Drumgunniol by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

George Gissing Bunce had knitted his brows; his heavy lips took on a fretful sullenness. Thyrza by George Gissing [1887]

This is the third day, since these lips have received nourishment. The Monk by Matthew Lewis [1796]

Wilkie Collins His eyes sparkled — he opened his lipslooked at Mrs. Wagner, busily engaged with her pen — and restrained himself within the hard limits of silence. Jezebel’s Daughter by Wilkie Collins [1880]

Gaston Leroux He looked long at those eyes raised toward heaven, the mouth which had just uttered the word “Never,” then, slowly, his rude lips went to the tortured, quivering lips of the girl. The Secret of the Night by Gaston Leroux [1913]

Wilkie Collins The lips of the dying woman were moving rapidly. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

E. Phillips Oppenheim She smiled—the fine sensuous lips of a Venus, slowly parting, as he bent over one refractory clasp. The Lion and the Lamb by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1930]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Cornelius Blunn looked across at Gertrude. She set her lips and shook her head. The Wrath to Come by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1924]

Athos, whose keen eye lost nothing, perceived a faintly sly smile pass over the lips of the young Gascon as he replied, “We had a short discussion upon dress. The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas

Henry James Her lips were parted in entreaty, in dismay, in agony; and on her blanched brow and cheeks there glowed the marks of ten hideous wounds from two vengeful ghostly hands. The romance of certain old clothes by Henry James [1868]

Arthur Conan Doyle Her lips were red, and kindly, and firm; and even then, at the first glance, I saw that light of mischief and mockery that danced away at the back of her great dark eyes. The Great Shadow by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

D. H. Lawrence His lips parted, his eyes filled with a strained, almost suffering light. The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Wilkie Collins It was almost on my lips to say: “I remember you an easily-pleased little creature, amusing yourself with the broken toys which were once the playthings of my own children. The Legacy of Cain by Wilkie Collins [1889]

Jules Verne Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower’s half-enveloped breast. Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne [1873]

Jack London His lips had become distorted into a permanent snarl, which at mere sight of Wolf Larsen broke out in sound, horrible and menacing and, I do believe, unconsciously. The Sea-Wolf by Jack London [1904]

Fanny Fern All hearts are not calloused by selfishness; from the lips of the honest little donor goeth up each night and morning a prayer, sincere and earnest, for “the widow and the fatherless. Ruth Hall by Fanny Fern [1854]

D. H. Lawrence His long, fine nose, his rather long, rounded chin and curling lips seemed refined through ages of forgotten culture. The Lost Girl by D. H. Lawrence

Jack London He came out of the tangle a spectacle of malignancy, ears flattened back, lips writhing, nose wrinkling, his teeth clipping together as the fangs barely missed the hound’s soft throat. White Fang by Jack London [1906]

Look at Monsieur du Vallon, that faithful soul, that arm of steel, who for twenty years has awaited the word from your lips which will make him in rank what he is in sentiment and in courage. Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas [1845]

Ivan Turgenev His fierce arms enfolded Valeria’s waist; his parched lips burned her all over. Dream tales and prose poems by Ivan Turgenev

Guy de Maupassan She fell on her knees in despair, wringing her hands and pressing her lips to the bed. Une Vie (A Woman’s Life) by Guy de Maupassan

Virginia Woolf So, before the looking-glass in the temple of my bedroom, I have judged my nose and my chin; my lips that open too wide and show too much gum. The Waves by Virginia Woolf [1931]

But the rector seemed reluctant to begin and moistened his lips and swallowed hard several times before, finally he spoke. The Night of the Storm by Arthur Gask [1937]

The eyebrows contracted sharply and sweetly curved lips parted just a little. The Secret of the Sandhills by Arthur Gask [1921]

Theodore Dreiser No word could cross his lips because of his emotion. Jennie Gerhardt by Theodore Dreiser

Jules Verne Quite overcome by his emotion, he took the child in his arms, and straining him convulsively to his heart, pressed his lips on his forehead, while tears he could not restrain streamed down his cheeks. In Search of the Castaways by Jules Verne [1873]

Jack London Buck writhed his lips into the preliminary of a snarl, but sniffed noses with him, Whereupon the old wolf sat down, pointed nose at the moon, and broke out the long wolf howl. The Call of the Wild by Jack London [1903]

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle It was terrible to look at him, for his face was convulsed, his eyes bulging from his head, and his lips white with foam. The Doings of Raffles Haw by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle [1891]

Wilkie Collins Her lips had the true feminine delicacy of form, her cheeks the lovely roundness and smoothness of youth — but the mouth was too large and firm, the chin too square and massive for her sex and age. No Name by Wilkie Collins [1862]

Jules Verne He possessed a fine nose, with large nostrils; and a well-shaped mouth, with the slightly-projecting lips which denote a generous and noble heart. Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne [1876]

The old man seemed to grow angry; his gestures and his lips were far from friendly. Limehouse Nights by Thomas Burke

George Gissing Involuntarily his own lips responded; he walked on smiling—smiling. Will Warburton by George Gissing [1903]

Her lips moved but no words came. Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole [1930]

George Eliot It seemed to them both that they were looking at each other a long while before her lips moved again; yet it was but a moment till she said, ‘I know now what it is to be happy. Romola by George Eliot [1862-3]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Her delicately-curved lips were quivering as though with amusement, and her eyes had fallen; she had blushed slightly at that unwitting, ardent look of his. Mysterious Mr. Sabin by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1898]

E. Phillips Oppenheim They never missed their evening promenade, and she would give him her lips when they bade one another farewell, with the affectionate warmth of an understanding and admiring friend. Harvey Garrard's Crime by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1926]

George Gissing He, stepping quickly across the floor, put his lips to her cheek; she did not move her head, nor raise her hand to take his. Demos by George Gissing [1886]

John Galsworthy She turned her lips and touched it. Swan Song by John Galsworthy

Nor could any teasing prevail to draw from him what had been on his audacious lips to say. The Imperialist by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1904]

M. P. Shiel The Italian’s lips were banefully set; when his wicked work was done, he made haste to leave the flat. The Lost Viol by M. P. Shiel [1905]

Henry James She had mistaken my entrance for that of another person, a pair of lips without a moustache. Glasses by Henry James [1896]

Anthony Trollope Her lips as she spoke were close to his ear,—but that simply came from the position in which chance had placed her. Marion Fay by Anthony Trollope [1882]

Henry Handel Richardson Which expression made Zara pinch her lips and raise her eyebrows; besides being so bad for the children to hear. Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

Jacques Futrelle As he waited in the conservatory the amusement died out of his eyes and his lips were drawn into a straight, sharp line. The Chase of the Golden Plate by Jacques Futrelle [1906]

George Gissing Her lips just moved, but uttered no sound. Our Friend the Charlatan by George Gissing [1899]

Rudyard Kipling To appreciate the full grimness of the sarcasm hear it from their lips amid their own surroundings. From Sea to Sea by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

George Gissing I must not ask you to kiss me, Thyrza?’ The lips were offered. Thyrza by George Gissing [1887]

Thomas Hardy And while she stood thus engaged there came from between her lips a murmur of words. Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy

While my lips were on yours I was saying yes to myself, and oh! I did not deserve such happiness. Captain Fracasse by Théophile Gautier [1863]

She turned towards him and would have spoken, but her lips only moved. Diana Tempest by Mary Cholmondeley [1893]

D. H. Lawrence Angus pursed his lips and his eyes were stretched wide with a kind of pleasure, like a wicked owl which has just joyfully hooted an ill omen. Aaron’s Rod by D. H. Lawrence

F. Scott Fitzgerald He had never kissed a girl before, and he tasted his lips curiously, as if he had munched some new fruit. This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Virginia Woolf As it was, he drew his lips up over his small white teeth; opened them perhaps half an inch as if to bite; shut them as if he had bitten. Orlando by Virginia Woolf [1928]

Virginia Woolf She noticed the lips just parted, the fingers loosely clenched, the whole attitude of rapt contemplation, which fell like a veil between them. Night and Day by Virginia Woolf [1919]

E. Phillips Oppenheim She was still on her knees, bending over the prostrate figure, from whose lips now came a faint moaning. The Great Impersonation by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1920]

H.G. Wells She did not move, but her lips closed and her eyes grew even softer. The Wonderful Visit by H.G. Wells [1895]

Doll looked at his blue lips and shaking hands, and his face became grave. Red Pottage by Mary Cholmondeley [1899]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Then Rosalind began popping into his mind again, and he found his lips forming her name over and over. This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then the pale cheeks would flush and the close-drawn lips would grow even more menacing than before. Eminent Victorians by Lytton Strachey

The features are firmly modelled, bold, massive; the mouth, when the lips are closely set, as they are just now, looks as if it were cut out of stone. Wyllard's Weird by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1885]

Her lips became parched, her tongue dry, her dark eyes glittered as if sparks of unquenchable fire had been kindled in them. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

Wilkie Collins Her hand was trembling violently on his arm, and her lips were fast closed with an expression of speechless pain. No Name by Wilkie Collins [1862]

Uncle Michael especially was in raptures, jumping about the load, sniffing hard at the poultry, smacking his lips with relish, closing his restless eyes in ecstasy. My Childhood by Maksim Gorky

Wilkie Collins Twice she advanced toward the bedside — opened her lips — stopped — and retired confusedly, before she settled herself finally in her former place by the dressing-table. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

Edgar Allan Poe It was this—my chin rested upon the floor of the prison, but my lips and the upper portion of my head, although seemingly at a less elevation than the chin, touched nothing. The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe

Arthur Conan Doyle Thank you, you can put the glass beside me here, and I’ll put my lips to it if I am dry. The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle [1890]

His cheeks and lips were growing paler with every minute. A Day in Briar Wood by Ellen Wood [1877]

Wilkie Collins Your lips are cold — your heart is cold. The Two Destinies by Wilkie Collins [1876]

Anthony Trollope She did not revolt, or attempt to struggle with him; but the hot blood flew over her entire face, and her lips were very cold to his, and she almost trembled in his grasp. The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope

George Gissing In silence her lips were somewhat too closely set — a pity, seeing how admirable was their natural contour. Sleeping Fires by George Gissing [1896]

H. G. Wells Then he compressed his lips and tore the yellow sheet in half, tearing very deliberately. Love and Mr Lewisham by H. G. Wells [1900]

William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Olaf Stapledon Lowering his face toward her, he said, “One kiss might be allowed the patient, don’t you think?” Their lips met. A Man Divided by Olaf Stapledon

Marjorie Bowen Giannotto bit his lips in vexation. The Viper of Milan by Marjorie Bowen [1906]

Edith Wharton Besides, in her set all the men and women called each other by their Christian names; it was only on Trenor’s lips that the familiar address had an unpleasant significance. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton [1905]

Robert Louis Stevenson Archie saw the cod’s mouth and the blunt lips of Glenkindie gape at him for a moment, and the recognition twinkle in his eyes. The Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson

Listen!” And Nicot approached his lips to her, and hissed a sentence which she did not suffer him to complete. Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1842]

She could not imagine her lips framing the words. The Infidel by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1900]

Elizabeth Gaskell She kept silence, though her lips quivered from time to time. Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell [1865]

George Gissing Her figure was good and her movements graceful; she was nearly as tall as Julian. Her face, however, could not be called attractive; it was hollow and of a sickly hue, even the lips scarcely red. The Unclassed by George Gissing [1883]

Wilkie Collins Although he had separated himself from me, I was determined that he should not hear it from other lips than mine. The Law and the Lady by Wilkie Collins [1875]

Anthony Trollope His shoulders were bent, and his eyes were deep set in his head, and his lips were thin and fast closed. Lady Anna by Anthony Trollope

Once only — and only momentarily — did the seraph of the sanctuary touch his lips with the live coal. The Life of Sir Richard Burton by Thomas Wrigh

Rudyard Kipling The unshaven face was very white and set, and the lips were trying to force themselves into a smile. The Light That Failed by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

H. Rider Haggard Thou didst dream that Atli’s wife breathed back the breath of life into thy pale lips — be sure of it thou didst but dream. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Anthony Trollope She did return her mother’s kiss, but she did it coldly, and with lips that were not eager. Castle Richmond by Anthony Trollope

Oscar Wilde Dead lips have their message for us, and hearts that have fallen to dust can communicate their joy. Intentions by Oscar Wilde [1891]

Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve’s family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood by with biographical introduction by William Michael Rossetti

E. F. Benson I can see the Well of Life in all its clearness and brightness, but when I stoop down to drink of the pure waters they fly from my lips as if I were Tantalus. . Charlotte Bronte by E. F. Benson [1932]

Lotus and Lethe on my lips like dew, And shed around and over and under me Thick darkness and the insuperable sea. My Life and Loves by Frank Harris

He asked for you, Sir. I told him you’d been out since this morning —” “This morning!” The exclamation broke from three pairs of lips simultaneously. The Heads of Cerberus by Francis Stevens

His lips meantime sustained his precious cigar, that (for him) first necessary and prime luxury of life; its blue wreaths curled prettily enough amongst the flowers, and in the evening light. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

George Gissing Though he opened his lips to speak no sound issued from them. Workers in the Dawn by George Gissing [1880]

It would have been too much to say that she kissed him; but she submitted her lips unresistingly to his, and then they sat down on opposite sides of the hearth. Phantom Fortune by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

He stifled a yawn every now and then, in that half-hour of waiting, longing to go back to the dining-room and refresh his parched lips with the contents of a syphon dashed with brandy. The Golden Calf by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

The old mistress came to me and said spitefully: “So you want to draw?” Seizing me by the hair, she bumped my head on the table so hard that my nose and lips were bruised. In the World by Maksim Gorky

My teeth are all right; it is only my lips that are bruised. My Childhood by Maksim Gorky

William Hope Hodgson God help me, I have jerked the bolt half out of its socket! My lips emit a hoarse scream of terror, the bolt is three parts drawn, now, and still my unconscious hands work towards my doom. The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

I don’t think you’ll want much pressing——” Again she gave him that quick shrewd look which seemed to say so much more than her lips uttered. Barbara Rebell by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1905]

George Meredith At last?—your lips move: tell me the words. The Egoist by George Meredith [1879]

George Gissing Why does man exist, forsooth!—To guard his lips against the utterances of foolishness, and to be of what use in the world he may. Our Friend the Charlatan by George Gissing [1899]

His lips had closed right together, his shoulders had sunk a little, his head was poised like a runner before a race, his hands — but then. The Shadow of Larose by Arthur Gask [1930]

His lips trembled on her closed eyelids, were pressed on the slight scar left by the burn on her forehead, and then swiftly sought and found her soft quivering mouth——. Barbara Rebell by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1905]

Edith Wharton Well, why not? He had kissed her goodbye in Venice; now he touched his lips to her cheek. The Children by Edith Wharton [1928]

George Gissing I have come to think your face so beautiful that I am in torment with the desire to press my lips upon yours. The Odd Women by George Gissing [1892]

Kate’s was better shaped, I felt sure, and the heavy, madder-brown lips put me off a little. My Life and Loves by Frank Harris

Arthur Morrison The wizen age had gone from Looey’s face, and the lids were down on the strained eyes; her pale lips lay eased of the old pinching — even parted in a smile. A Child of the Jago by Arthur Morrison

Oscar Wilde After he had drunk his cup of black coffee, he wiped his lips slowly with a napkin, motioned to his servant to wait, and going over to the table sat down and wrote two letters. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde [1891]

Henry Handel Richardson That he, who had held himself so fastidiously aloof from men, should be forced down into the market-place, there to suffer an intolerable notoriety; to know his name on people’s lips . Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

Had she been the possessor of a lively curiosity (but we know from her own lips that she was not), she might have found some enjoyment in the situation. The Circular Study by Anna Katharine Green

Jacques Futrelle Mr. Grimm’s nerveless hands closed involuntarily, and his lips were set together tightly. Elusive Isabel by Jacques Futrelle [1909]

E. Phillips Oppenheim The little smile which played about her lips was sweet but indefinable. Harvey Garrard's Crime by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1926]

George Gissing Her lips were drawn together, her brows were slightly wrinkled; the self-control which at other times was agreeably expressed upon her features had become rather too cold and decided. New Grub Street by George Gissing [1891]

John Galsworthy Her hand was still over her mouth, for her lips were trembling. Flowering Wilderness by John Galsworthy

It must have been his lips that gave out that miserable sound. A Stable for Nightmares by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Henry Handel Richardson Then, biting his lips on his squeamishness, he washed and dressed the wound. Succedaneum by Henry Handel Richardson

I raised the man’s head, moistened his lips with the brandy, and then poured some of the spirit down his throat. A Stable for Nightmares by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Thomas Hardy She found herself involuntarily shrinking up beside him, and looking with parted lips at his face. Desperate Remedies by Thomas Hardy [1871]

She rose from among the broken dishes and came towards him, with slack lips and great startled eyes. The House with the Green Shutters by George Douglas Brown [1901]

Jack London His lips were flecked with a soapy froth, and sometimes he choked and gurgled and became inarticulate. The Sea-Wolf by Jack London [1904]

W. W. Jacobs The cook, moistening his lips with his tongue, resumed his discourse. The Skipper’s Wooing by W. W. Jacobs [1897]

George Gissing From your own lips it is manifest that you had not even sound assurance of the guilt you professed to punish. Veranilda by George Gissing [1903]

Walter Scott After this she saw their lips move, but did not understand what they said; and in a short time they removed from thence with a hideous ugly howling sound, like that of a hurricane. Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft by Walter Scott [1831]

Anthony Trollope The fountain would still run — still the clearest fountain of all — though he might not put his lips to it. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollope

Ivan Turgenev She was a young woman of about twenty-three with a soft white skin, dark hair and eyes, childishly pouting lips and plump little hands. Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev

D. H. Lawrence She was most carefully made up — yet with that touch of exaggeration, lips slightly too red, which was quite intentional, and which frightened Aaron. He thought her wonderful, and sinister. Aaron’s Rod by D. H. Lawrence

Thomas Hardy The contrast was too much for Laura. With lips that now quivered, she asked the invalid what he thought of the change that had come to her. A Changed Man by Thomas Hardy [1913]

If he opened his lips it would only be to pour forth a torrent of menaces, insults, and invectives. The Honor of the Name by Émile Gaboriau

John Galsworthy But all he had said was: “Mother!” Her lips had moved again. On Forsyte ’Change by John Galsworthy

William Hope Hodgson And I told my name, and said I am That One. And she knew this thing, even as my lips made the sounds. The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson

George Meredith There was no menace in her eyes: the lashes of them drooped almost tenderly, and the lips were but softly closed. Sandra Belloni by George Meredith [1887]

John Galsworthy A light, vaguely swaying, grey figure with a fleck of sunlight here and there upon it, lips just opened, eyes dark and soft under lids a little drooped. Indian Summer of a Forsyte by John Galsworthy

His lips parted, and — as they saw in the light from the door — his look grew dreamy and far-away. The House with the Green Shutters by George Douglas Brown [1901]

Thomas Wolfe Her lips worked tremulously, then she shook her head with a quick movement of inflexible denial and said: “Not ’im. You Can’t Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe [1940]

Edith Wharton The way that paper was run —!” He sank down by the fire with a dry wrinkling of lips and nostrils. Hudson River Bracketed by Edith Wharton [1929]

E. T. A. Hoffmann As soon as Antonio had moistened his parched and burning lips with the cool drink, he felt the pangs of hunger return with double fury, and he greedily devoured the bread and the fish. The Doge and Dogess by E. T. A. Hoffmann

Sinclair Lewis Martin found her lips and finger-tips blue, but in her face no flush. Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis [1925]

His lips were drawn back, like a cross-grained dog’s snarling betwixt fear and fierceness, and his white pointed teeth and the whites of his eyes flashed in the torch-light. The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison [1922]

Guy de Maupassant I held her close to me, kissed her every moment, moistening my lips against hers, while her uncle and Rivet were disputing as they walked in front of us. That Pig of a Morin (Ce cochon de Morin) by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

George Gissing I say, Polly, do you see you’ve left marks on my face?” Polly set her lips and kept a severe silence. The Town Traveller by George Gissing [1897]

Abraham Merri I raised my glass to my lips and took a deep draft. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Guy de Maupassan I went toward him, with outstretched arms; and he pressed my lips in a long, delicious kiss. Mother and Son by Guy de Maupassan

The girl, at the touch of Deborah’s lips on her forehead, trembled, but still said nothing. Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole [1930]

John Galsworthy Soames put his lips on the edge of her cheekbone. Swan Song by John Galsworthy

Wilkie Collins I saw his lips whiten and tremble. The Queen of Hearts by Wilkie Collins [1859]

It was not till the hansom swung round a corner and towards the bridge that Ossipon opened his lips again. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad [1907]

Anthony Trollope Linda pressed her lips close together, so that there should be no possibility of a chance sound passing from them. Linda Tressel by Anthony Trollope [1868]

His cheeks were deadly pale, and his lips perhaps had turned white, for without moving a muscle the man impressed me with an immense idea of the wrath within him. Eothen by Alexander William Kinglake [1844]

H. Rider Haggard Thou art Eric the Unlucky! Take thy joy and say thy say to her who lies at thy side, for wet and cold is the bed that waits thee and soon shall thy white lips be dumb. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Algernon Blackwood There was an implacable sternness in the set of lips and jaw, and, most curious of all, the eyelids over the steady eyes of black were level as a ruler. Sand by Algernon Blackwood [1912]

She didn’t return the wish audibly, though her lips did move a little, while her gaze black like a starless night never for a moment wavered before him. The Inn of the Two Witches by Joseph Conrad [1913]

Arthur Machen But, as the Anointed Bard said: ‘With the bodily lips I receive the drink of mortal vineyards; with spiritual understanding wine from the garths of the undying. The Secret Glory by Arthur Machen

Sweeter still for lips to meet; Sweetest that thine heart doth hide Longing all unsatisfied With all longing’s answering Howsoever close ye cling. Poems by the Way by William Morris [1891]

D.H. Lawrence She felt herself confronting God at home in His white incandescence, His fire settling on her like the Holy Spirit. Her lips were parted in a woman’s joy of adoration. The Trespasser by D.H. Lawrence

Edith Wharton Miss Bart caught the startled glance of Mr. Percy Gryce, whose own lips were never defiled by tobacco. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton [1905]

Robert Green Ingersoll During all these years the suffering have supplicated; the withered lips of famine have prayed; the pale victims have implored, and heaven has been deaf and blind. The Gods by Robert Green Ingersoll

Anthony Trollope That pleasure always leaves its disgusting traces round the lips; and Owen Fitzgerald’s lips were as full and lusty as Apollo’s. Castle Richmond by Anthony Trollope

Olaf Stapledon I felt Paul’s eyebrows rise and his lips twist in a whimsical smile. Last Men in London by Olaf Stapledon

H. G. Wells It closed the mouth and made the lips firmer, made the eyes steadier and more candid, opened the brow, altered the poise of the head, obliterated a number of wrinkles and habits of expression. The Shape of Things to Come by H. G. Wells [1933]

Arnold Bennett The shut mouth obviously hid toothless gums, for the lips were sucked in. The Old Wives’ Tale by Arnold Bennett [1908]

Benjamin Disraeli No warmth these lips return by his imprest, And chill’d remembrance shudders o’er the rest. Vivian Grey by Benjamin Disraeli [1827]

T. E. Lawrence He sucked his lips with pleasure of the work to come. Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence [1926]

Edith Wharton His lips narrowed; evidently it was not the response he had expected. The Gods Arrive by Edith Wharton [1932]

Sinclair Lewis Them lips of hers — I never knew there was such red lips. Our Mr. Wrenn by Sinclair Lewis

E. Phillips Oppenheim I want to see you leave this infernal house, and this atmosphere of cheating and lies, when I do!” Her lips parted into the ghost of a smile. Mysterious Mr. Sabin by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1898]

Sinclair Lewis The lips of men in Gopher Prairie are flat in the face, straight and grudging. Main Street by Sinclair Lewis

Guy de Maupassan She had in her glance something of tenderness, of weakness; and suddenly she raised both her arms, as if she would draw him to her; he bent over her, feeling that she called him, and their lips met. Yvette by Guy de Maupassan

Arthur Machen When seven struck, Mr. Horbury moistened his lips slightly. The Secret Glory by Arthur Machen

Virginia Woolf Her lips were pressed together; her eyes were contracted, and they were still fixed upon the curtain. Night and Day by Virginia Woolf [1919]

Edith Wharton Twice he opened his lips to speak to Mattie and found no breath. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton [1911]

Wilkie Collins Her lips were parted in horror; her eyes, opening wider and wider, stared rigid and glittering at the empty wall. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

Will you have that treasure heaped, piled before your feet? Your lips say no, but your eyes — the truest eyes I ever saw — whisper a different language. Initials Only by Anna Katharine Green

Anthony Hope Her lips moved, but it seemed as though she could find no words to speak. Rupert of Hentzau by Anthony Hope

His nose is big and nicely shaped, and he keeps his lips tightly pressed together. The Dark Mill Stream by Arthur Gask [1947]

I rolled back my lips like a bull-pup. The Black Mask by E. W. Hornung [1901]

Wilkie Collins At the first word of remonstrance which fell from her husband’s lips her mood changed again in an instant. The Queen of Hearts by Wilkie Collins [1859]

Her springing lightly and hastily out the moment it stopped, disdaining the footman’s arm, her compressed lips and absent countenance, proved that her resolution was set upon some plan of action. East Lynne by Ellen Wood [1861]

Radclyffe Hall Her mouth grew hard; her sensitive lips that belonged by rights to the dreamer, the lover, took on a resentful and bitter line which changed her whole face and made it less comely. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

Wilkie Collins Shall I give any name?” Mrs. Jazeph opened her lips to answer, hesitated, and said nothing. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

She reddened and then bit her lips as the nurse, with eyes still fixed on her, dragged the child away and ostentatiously wiped his lips with her handkerchief. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Charles Dickens Mr. Goodchild, who had been following every word that fell from his lips up to this time, leaned forward eagerly to ask a question. The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices by Charles Dickens [1857]

Jules Verne The water with which they wetted his lips revived him gradually. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

The old man of learning had crawled along the grass, and was now trying to draw the cross down low enough for his lips to reach it. The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats [1897]

The man was ghastly, and his lips were tremulous as if he were in drink. The House on the Island by Arthur Gask [1931]