Standing behind me was a woman, with lips blue from cold, who had, of course, never heard me called by name before.

Below her slack, blue lips he saw the horror of his attack.

How the big eyes stared and the blue lips smiled as the girls went in.

It looked like a heart attack - blue lips and a dead white face.

But then, after ten seconds, his blue lips moved again.

There was a small smile still hovering around lips almost blue with lack of air.

"I am the devil in the details," is heard coming from the blue lips of the baby.

At least I seen her around with blue lips sometimes.

Her face looked as if she were dead, with blue lips shut tight.

A fly had landed on the baby's open mouth, and slowly walked over the blue lips.