He's handsome, mysterious and fills an empty spot... but love?
"A little birdie in my spy network fills me in on shit going on down there from time-to-time," he started.
Oops. You know, a bartender who fills the glass so high it spills over on the napkin and he has to say 'oops'?
My calendar fills up quickly.
It is this tropical downpour that fills and floods the rivers flowing into Lake Eyre and those falling into the Darling on its right bank.
He depicts her quick changes of colour, her dishevelled hair, her panting breast, her apparent increase of stature as the god draws nigh and fills her with his divine afflatus.
The first passes northwards, most of it between the Faeroe and Shetland Islands, to the coast of Norway, and so on to the Arctic basin, which, as Nansen has shown, it fills to a great depth.
The space enclosed between the front and rear faces of the box is filled about three-quarters full of finely granulated hard carbon, which therefore lies in contact with the front and rear carbon disks of the apparatus, and also fills up the space lying between the lower edge of these disks and the curved surface of the case.
A similar mass, separated from the preceding by a low neck of Tertiary hills, fills up the whole of the peninsular extremity of Italy from Squillace to Reggio.
Cloudy amber maybe clarified in an oil-bath, as the oil fills the numerous pores to which the turbidity is due.
One sits on the twig of a tree, just beneath our window, and he fills the air with his glad songs.
Such teaching fills the mind with artificial associations that must be got rid of, before the child can develop independent ideas out of actual experiences.
These children were older in years, it is true, than the baby who lisps, "Papa kiss baby--pretty," and fills out her meaning by pointing to her new dress; but their ability to understand and use language was no greater.
If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life, as from that dry and parching wind of the African deserts called the simoom, which fills the mouth and nose and ears and eyes with dust till you are suffocated, for fear that I should get some of his good done to me--some of its virus mingled with my blood.
As I understand your present life, I think you will always recall it with satisfaction, because the self-sacrifice that fills it now...