Sentences with phrase «lying on the side of the road»
Rows and rows of body bags lined up on an airport tarmac and a few injured individuals lying on the side of the road don't come close to representing the magnitude of human lives lost in this natural disaster.
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Two religious types see him lying in the road and pass by on the other side of the path.
These deflections are no different than walking on the other side of the road to ignore those lying harmed.
The disputed parcel lies just inside Lake County, on the north side of Lake Cook Road and east of Weiland Road, with single - family homes on the north and condominiums on the east.
If annexation is approved, park officials hope to begin construction in the fall on 68 acres on the south side of the property, which lies both north and south of LaPorte Road just west of Schoolhouse Road.
But on the other side of the road that bisects the moor lies a further 2500 hectares, a wasteland of bare peat that Fisons will be allowed to continue cutting until there is just half a metre of peat remaining — provided that there is a market for its product.
If the seller is topping off the radiator with oil instead of water, then he is either lying, incompetent, or was caught on the side of the road with no other options.
Honey — This 11 - month - old German Shepherd came to us after she was found lying helpless on the side of the road by a good Samaritan in pain, scared and unable to move.
The sweet, six - month - old tuxedo cat had been found in a box someone left on top of an abandoned refrigerator lying by the side of a road in the Bronx.
Down the hill from New South Head Road in Double Bay lies this harbor - side gem, where locals gather at the outdoor café, on the small spit of sand, or... Read More
To the west, on the other side of Ekas Bay, lies Awang and the road onwards to Kuta.
More obvious examples lie with the headlights at night appearing as pixelated blobs before the pass on the other side of the road.
A black man lies bleeding on the side of a dusty road.
He began to write to me, dispensing with formality — no Dear Harland or anything, he began straight in: «Not being a qualified pathologist, I'd say the man lying by the side of the road had been dead for two hours, and the mountain to the right, the mountains of Rue were capped with snow, and not being a qualified pathologist, I remember Lily who played the piano so attractively,» he would go on with this almost «cut up» William Burroughs narrative, repetitive as well, because he would forget obviously.