puckerings

Perusing Mr. Knight's puckerings is an exercise in nostalgia, as well as wish-fulfillment; if only kisses were still the stuff of movie endings, instead of elective preludes to sex.

A kiss, as time goes by 2008

Morgenstern's Picks Silence, Loud and Clear Perusing Mr. Knight's puckerings is an exercise in nostalgia, as well as wish-fulfillment; if only kisses were still the stuff of movie endings, instead of elective preludes to sex.

Kissing and Telling 2008

His brow had the little puckerings of a thoroughly discontented man, little wrinklings and lumps, particularly over his right eye, and he sat with his hands in his pockets, a little askew on the stile and swung one leg.

The History of Mr. Polly 2003

After a series of brow puckerings and erasures, she gave a sigh of contentment.

Peggy-Alone Mary Agnes Byrne

Only an experienced needlewoman could do justice in words to such a variety of rimplings and crinklings, of pleatings and puckerings, of gaugings, rufflings, gofferings, and pin-tuckings as it is possible to find; though somebody with a knowledge of heraldry could perhaps convey a few of the designs in such terms as nebuly, raguly or dancetty (semée, he might add, of starfish proper).

Try Anything Twice 1938

Save for the grey moustache and the puckerings about the eyes

Dennison Grant: a Novel of To-day Robert J. C. Stead 1919

It is usually associated with evidence of great pressure; the rocks in which it occurs having been corrugated and crumpled, not only in vast folds, which extend across whole mountains, but even in such minute puckerings as can only be observed with the microscope.

Geographical Evolution 1909

I felt uneasy, for Lalage usually laughs without any preliminary puckerings of her face.

Lalage's Lovers George A. Birmingham 1907

His brow had the little puckerings of a thoroughly discontented man, little wrinklings and lumps, particularly over his right eye, and he sat with his hands in his pockets, a little askew on the stile and swung one leg.

The History of Mr. Polly 1906

Her gentle mauve and sallow face was growing old, with soft curdlings and puckerings of the skin; but she still carried her head high, nodding at you with her air of gaiety, of ineffable intrigue.

Mary Olivier: a Life May Sinclair 1904