The tip glowed, and I could briefly see his face, his eyes
squinted against the smoke.
She squinted against the sunlight on taxi hoods and bus windows, heard the rushing now of air and of taxis, wheezing buses, and underneath it all something banging — a loosened street sign, a trapped can, a distant hammer — rhythmic and methodical.
Nager, 27, squeezed into a high school desk with a small writing surface and
squinted against the sun pouring through the windows.
He squinted against the sun.
He did what most babies do;
he squinted against the light and wept with nostalgia for the womb, the old country, the former life.
Squinting against the sunlight that winks through the leaves of tall trees.
Squint against the grandeur!»
Eldon Jevvers eventually opened the door, got out, and stood there,
squinting against the sun.
Not exact matches
It's a... (
squints at web site) huh... 10 am match
against AC Milan in Milan.
Those hoping
against hope that the pair might be closet intellectuals were cruelly disabused in one recent episode when, upon rolling up to the supposedly haunted former home of novelist Edith Wharton and finding it to be a huge mansion, Jason
squinted up at the crenellated frontage and, in lieu of a low whistle, murmured to Grant: «Yeah.
But applying repeated pressure (such as sleeping with the side of your face on a pillow) or muscle motions (such as laughing and
squinting)
against the collagen will promote its breakdown, eventually leading to visible lines.
Amusingly, Clark has a Fu Manchu thing going on, wearing a black outfit that looks at first glance like silk robes and
squinting while deviously bending his fingers
against one another.
Here you come, Harriet Nathan, tiny face pinched, eyes
squinting fiercely
against the glare of surgical lamps, at a newly renovated Swedish hospital high on Seattle's First Hill.
A boy with a bowl of shiny black hair cut straight above his eyes, wearing a dark suit with narrow pants that were too short for him, was
squinting in the sunlight and hugging a Bible
against his chest with both arms, as if for protection.
This dog doesn't look happy to me at all — his eyes are
squinted, ears are back and plastered
against his head, and lips are pursed.
No detail was too small for Mr. Govan as he
squinted his eyes and directed two workers, hoisting a framed canvas
against a wall.