The riders were a blur in the heat waves, but she was sure one was Pete.
Her eyes were probably bloodshot and tears were beginning to blur her vision.
The immortal launched himself at Jule, his knives a blur of glinting steel.
A blur of black shot between her and the attacker.
She began to sweat before reaching the door leading from the patio to the green blur that was the gardens over which the patio overlooked.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
The night was a blur in her mind, a combination of strange, fuzzy dreams about blood and tossing and turning from the horrible fever.
It was her fever dream without the heaviness of illness to blur it.
Tears made her vision blur again.
It took many days of mountain sunshine and the comforting routine of the bed and breakfast to blur the trauma of the Lucky Pup shooting.
"Goddammit, Rhyn!" she said, tears rising to blur her path.
Suddenly, a blur of brown streaked past the bathroom, tackling the demon.
The next fifteen minutes were an embarrassed blur as Dean tried to stem his bleeding face at the kitchen table.
She looked away, outside, at the blur of snow as he continued.
A blur of wings and darkness caught his attention.
The afternoon was a blur as Dean's mind alternated between the task at hand and the sobering fact that he might be within miles, or perhaps yards, of Cynthia Byrne's missing husband.
A large group overtook them outside of Durango and they became separated in the pack as she became caught up in a blur of color and then was gone.
There were scores of dots of color but Dean had little trouble catching sight of a yellow blur rounding a corner, further below than he would have guessed.
The rest of the sermon was a blur, but she would always remember the exchanging of vows.
Reaching her car, she drove home in a blur of tears.
In this usage the word would be equivalent to the more recent and scarcely less abused term, transcendentalism, and as such it is used even by a sympathetic writer like Carlyle; but this looseness of phraseology only serves to blur important distinctions.
The great velocity with which the wing is driven converts the impression or blur made by it into what is equivalent to a solid for the time being, in the same way that the spokes of a wheel in violent motion, as is well understood, more or less completely substance of the wing.