1 The painter felt strangely moved.
2 She saw the thin lips moving, and smiled.
3 "This," replied Dorian, moving the screen back.
4 He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so.
5 They moved like monstrous marionettes and made gestures like live things.
6 His fingers moved instinctively towards it, dipped in, and closed on something.
7 They moved, as he spoke, like music, and seemed to have a language of their own.
8 As he looked back upon man moving through history, he was haunted by a feeling of loss.
9 Through the crowd of ungainly, shabbily dressed actors, Sibyl Vane moved like a creature from a finer world.
10 When Lord Henry had sat down again, Mr. Erskine moved round, and taking a chair close to him, placed his hand upon his arm.
11 Her white hands were moving daintily among the cups, and her full red lips were smiling at something that Dorian had whispered to her.
12 The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac-blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in the languid air.
13 After a little while, a black shadow that had been creeping along the dripping wall moved out into the light and came close to him with stealthy footsteps.
14 His meeting with Adrian Singleton had strangely moved him, and he wondered if the ruin of that young life was really to be laid at his door, as Basil Hallward had said to him with such infamy of insult.
15 The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.