Well, hang in there.
If you don't like the weather, hang around until this afternoon.
He let the cliché hang ominously in the air.
You start that and he'll hang around for sure.
All he can do is hang up.
Most of it had frozen in the coldness that made Jenn's breaths hang in the air.
Hang in there, Sofia.
"Drop them at the lake and hang out for a bit," Gabriel said.
It's nothing to me where you hang your hat.
Gabriel followed them out obediently, content to hang around them while bored.
Maybe it's time I hang 'em up.
Hang in there buddy.
If she were willing to take that tumble in the hay, he'd hang around a while longer?
He pushed Brady's cheek to see the black-purple bruise ringing his throat from where one of the animals outside the walls had tried to rope and hang him.
If you call me any of those things, I'll hang you upside down from this tree and watch you starve.
Maybe this was the one time he let it all hang out—or maybe you don't have to be drunk to be stupid.
Carmen, don't you ever hang up on me again!
Now let's hang up on the count of three, okay?
Darian took it, and they Traveled to a locker cold enough for his expelled breath to hang in the air.
He bought some battery powered lights to hang on the wagon and Gerald helped him pile hay on the wagon.
Don't you ask any questions about the people you hang out with?
Now we can hang out!
For some weeks he was concealed in the city and in Wapping; but, finding the schemes for a rising hang fire, he went to Harwich, disguised as a Presbyterian minister, and after a week's delay, during which he was in imminent risk of discovery, if indeed, as is probable, his escape was not winked at by the government, he sailed to Holland on the 28th of November 1682, and reached Amsterdam in the beginning of December.
Hang a bell to the Cat's neck.
That said, my "end hunger" case doesn't hang on the viability of GM crops.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
The smoke did not hang low as on the day when Pierre had been taken from the guardhouse on the Zubovski rampart, but rose through the pure air in columns.