1 Again a sort of apology arose to my lips.
2 His lips moved silently for a moment as he invented.
3 At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
4 His eyes glanced momentarily at me and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh.
5 His hand, trembling with his effort at self control, bore to his lips the last of his glass of ale.
6 For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air.
7 The friends looked out at us with the tragic eyes and short upper lips of south-eastern Europe, and I was glad that the sight of Gatsby's splendid car was included in their somber holiday.
8 I'd been writing letters once a week and signing them: "Love, Nick," and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip.
9 At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again--the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.
10 They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.