LIPS in Classic Quotes
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Quotes from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
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1 He gazed, he clasped his hands, his lips moved.
2 Her face was horribly distorted, her lips blue.
3 'Eternity was in our lips and eyes,' he murmured.
4 Her eyes staring, her lips parted, Morgana Rothschild sprang to her feet.
5 And suddenly her arms were round his neck; he felt her lips soft against his own.
6 She squeezed his hand, she smiled, her lips moved; then quite suddenly her head fell forward.
7 Mustapha Mond intercepted his anxious glance and the corners of his red lips twitched ironically.
8 'Oh, we'll come quietly,' the Savage answered, dabbing alternately a cut lip, a scratched neck, and a bitten left hand.
9 At the corners of the lips, and on each side of the chin a few long bristles gleamed almost white against the dark skin.
10 He had a long chin and big, rather prominent teeth, just covered, when he was not talking, by his full, floridly curved lips.
11 Her lips moved, she was saying something; but the sound of her voice was covered by the loud reiterated refrain of the sightseers.
12 On the fringe of the little group stood a stranger--a man of middle height, black-haired, with a hooked nose, full red lips, eyes very piercing and dark.
13 Even after the lights had gone up, while they were shuffling slowly along with the crowd towards the lifts, its ghost still fluttered against her lips, still traced fine shuddering roads of anxiety and pleasure across her skin.
14 Then the bearskin made a final appearance and, amid a blare of sexophones, the last stereoscopic kiss faded into darkness, the last electric titillation died on the lips like a dying moth that quivers, quivers, ever more feebly, ever more faintly, and at last is quite, quite still.