What is "wordless"

Usage examples of "wordless".

Then he walked out through the pecan trees in front of the house where Antonio stood waiting with the horses and they stood for a moment in a wordless abrazo and then he mounted up into the saddle and turned the horse into the road.

The memory of the need in him struck like an arrow, a need deeper than his love for Alde, a wordless yearning so deeply buried he had never sensed its loss in all his aimless life.

Her thoughts drifted away into a wordless, luxurious reveling in the bodiless state, free from distractions, carefree and disconnected.

Baram gives a wordless growl and strides back to where Linnix stands, shaking, in the eave shadow.

I echoed, gazing at the silvery lines, remembering my wordless, snow-bound prayer.

Of lovesome thought and passion-hearted rhyme, Builded of gold and kisses and desire, By that wild poet who so many a time Our hungering lips have blessed, until a fire Burnt speech up and the wordless hour had come.

The voices of the children outside reached her as a wordless, tuneless obligato, which she heard subconsciously and responded to by relaxing the tired wrinkles between her eyes.

Only Erich ate with any enthusiasm, his sharp Renate eyes moving from one sullen face to another, but even he was quiet, used perhaps to wordless meals.

And then they all ran down together across the open stones towards the tower gate, their bodies disappearing in the dark, until below us all that remained were their high, wordless voices and the flickering lights, chasing and spinning, part formless dance, part ruleless game.

I was making small wordless noises and writhing on the desk by the time he raised his face up and showed me eyes that had drowned in blue flame.

Opening its affinity full, projecting a wordless shout of joy and sorrow over a spherical zone thirty astronomical units in radius.

Byron harrumphed wordless disbelief and shifted arrogantly in his chair, motioning for the final course.

The last mage of Athalantar snarled in wordless anger and determination.

His head rang again, and he swayed and almost fell, but this time the shock was a clear, urgent, and unmistakable wordless cry for help.

The Purple Dragon sword captain Lareth Gulur, a veteran of the Tuigan War, had just nodded a wordless greeting to a war wizard he knew slightly-Ensibal Threen, a mild-mannered sort-when out of the crowd strode a noble in deep-blue velvet and white shimmersheen, his fingers bristling with rings.