I always pictured myself driving a van instead of a truck.
Somehow she managed to take a few steps, and then a few more - fury driving her on.
No, not his driving, but his mood was.
For all you gadabouts and tourists used to driving hither and yon, a weekend trip to New England is a piece of cake.
You're driving yourself into the grave.
Her presence was reassuring but she was driving extra miles to work every day.
A soldier was driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under the leather hood of the vehicle.
Or maybe driving the family wagon in for supplies or . . .
I know you feel uncomfortable about driving my truck.
We'll be driving in the rain.
Driving was out of the question as the mid-morning parade, scheduled to begin in a few minutes, was forming on Main Street, which was now closed to traffic.
Dean insisted on driving her home.
Many people were hurrying through the streets and there were many soldiers, but cabs were still driving about, tradesmen stood at their shops, and service was being held in the churches as usual.
Carmen, you're driving me crazy.
We did so although the driving was downright dangerous for the first fifty miles.
Motherhood is a driving force.
"He's driving west," I said.
He was driving … Jule skipped through the details of Yully's car.… Another figure followed them.
Two took her arm, driving her onward.
We said we were driving to Telluride for the day.
I feel like a criminal driving over these beautiful plants and flowers.
They were driving on Main Street when they spotted Fred O'Connor sauntering down from the courthouse chatting with two ladies who looked enthralled by his company.
However, parking was next to impossible, as preparations were underway for the morning parade, and driving by, he noticed the market was closed for the holiday.
While the crow-flies distance across the gaping gorge was only a half-mile, Dean was at least twenty minutes away in driving time.
The bullet had caught him full in the chest, driving him backward into the scooped out grotto where his uncle had lain for more than half a century.
As much as she cared for him, he was driving her crazy the past few months.
His next kiss was consuming, hungry yet sweet, teasing her with a hint of promise and driving her body to new heights of awareness.
His thoughts kept straying to a certain pink-haired woman whose scent on his skin was driving him crazy.
He leaned forward and took her sword, driving it into the ground as well.
Just as they had reversed their direction, Edith Shipton passed them, driving down the mountain, not speeding but too fast by Dean's conservative standards.
He walked from Oak to Main Street yesterday though he didn't see me as his head was bent against the driving snow and I, a distance away.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
It was Dolokhov marching with particular grace and boldness in time to the song and looking at those driving past as if he pitied all who were not at that moment marching with the company.
"Attack indeed!" said the colonel in a bored voice, puckering up his face as if driving off a troublesome fly.
"Let anyone come my way now," thought Rostov driving his spurs into Rook and letting him go at a full gallop so that he outstripped the others.
From all sides were heard the footsteps and talk of the infantry, who were walking, driving past, and settling down all around.
"Princess, my dear, there's someone driving up the avenue!" she said, holding the casement and not closing it.
A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
Prince Andrew, depressed and preoccupied with the business about which he had to speak to the Marshal, was driving up the avenue in the grounds of the Rostovs' house at Otradnoe.
Carriages kept driving away and fresh ones arriving, with red-liveried footmen and footmen in plumed hats.
Yes, first I thought that we are driving along and imagining that we are going home, but that heaven knows where we are really going in the darkness, and that we shall arrive and suddenly find that we are not in Otradnoe, but in Fairyland.
They were driving downhill and coming out upon a broad trodden track across a meadow, near a river.
But he liked them; liked that mad driving at twelve miles an hour, liked upsetting a driver or running down a pedestrian, and flying at full gallop through the Moscow streets.
Anatole and Dolokhov liked Balaga too for his masterly driving and because he liked the things they liked.
The very day that Napoleon issued the order to cross the Niemen, and his vanguard, driving off the Cossacks, crossed the Russian frontier, Alexander spent the evening at the entertainment given by his aides-de- camp at Bennigsen's country house.
As Alpatych was driving out of the gate he saw some ten soldiers in Ferapontov's open shop, talking loudly and filling their bags and knapsacks with flour and sunflower seeds.
"Where are you going?" shouted Pierre to the man, who was driving to Lubyanka Street.
He was driving toward Pierre in a covered gig, sitting beside a young surgeon, and on recognizing Pierre he told the Cossack who occupied the driver's seat to pull up.
Half an hour later he was driving with his fast horses across the Sokolniki field, no longer thinking of what had occurred but considering what was to come.
He was driving to the Yauza bridge where he had heard that Kutuzov was.
Having repeated these words the captain wiped his eyes and gave himself a shake, as if driving away the weakness which assailed him at this touching recollection.
Anyway, my driving isn't that bad.
Thank you for driving all that way to make sure I was safe.
No. I was thinking about driving up to my parents place today.
I know I could get mugged, but that could happen in the hospital parking lot if I was driving a car.
"It's a date," she said, driving home the stake.
Still, Brandon insisted on driving her to the house.
They wasted no time getting on the road and Brandon was driving fast.
You haven't asked me what a woman is doing out here driving a wagon.
It would be nice to know she could leave the ranch at will without leaving Cade afoot, but she doubted if she would be driving to town soon.
I needed some things anyway and I don't mind driving in the dark.
I must have been driving you crazy.
Maybe the Buick he was driving as well.
I cleaned up a few paper details and left the office for home, driving around town the long way, just to clear my head.
I realized booze wasn't the recommended wash-down with my pain medication but I wasn't driving any farm equipment and I really needed a stiff drink.
The guy driving is wanted nationwide for a number of murders!
Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy.
They weren't safe together, especially since the powerful connection between them was driving her body crazy just sitting so close.
As Two gazed at Damian, another flash of images driving him to his knees.
His nearness was driving her crazy.
And you weren't driving that fast.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
The woman was driving and the guy was the passenger.
Maybe the man was driving Lori's car.
The idea she'd hidden it somewhere he couldn't find was driving him mad, along with the scent of the human blood coating the walls of the far bedroom.
Dean had been concentrating on his business at hand, driving, and hadn't even glanced at the two cars.
"Why, they are driving us toward the Black Pit, into which they threatened to cast us," replied the kitten.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
Like his horse, which turned its head and laid its ears back, he shrank from the driving rain and gazed anxiously before him.
All the profound plans about cutting off and capturing Napoleon and his army were like the plan of a market gardener who, when driving out of his garden a cow that had trampled down the beds he had planted, should run to the gate and hit the cow on the head.
Winter mountain driving was not for the reckless or faint of heart, but the Deans were neither.
It was too far to consider driving every day, even if she had a car.
It can't be any more dangerous than driving around in Tulsa.
No, I haven't seen it, but I won't be driving the forty miles every day, either.
When I was driving here today, the nearer I got to the house the more anxious I grew.