"It made you look ten pounds heavier," he reminded her.
The tome was far heavier than she expected, made of something much different than cardboard and paper.
Wynn's warning weighed heavier on her thoughts.
The air around her felt heavier as she sat.
He shook out his tension but felt an even heavier sense of guilt.
He was as tall as Josh, but he was built heavier – and not as good looking either.
Gabriel felt something heavier than dread in his stomach.
The air felt a little heavier around her as he spoke, compelling her attention to him.
What had appeared to be a thick, gold, hard band of about three inches in width had molded around her arm and felt no heavier than the clothing she wore.
It felt heavier than usual already.
Heavier chores are left to others.
The raindrops were heavier now, working the mud on her face into a slimy mess.
Snow fell heavier, until she could barely see the next tree in front of her.
They are evenly spread, though heavier in the north.
She had no sense of moving, but the air around her grew heavier, cooler.
Whilst the heavier troops moved down the Kabul valley to Pencelaotis (Charsadda) under Perdiccas and Hephaestion, Alexander with a body of lighter-armed troops and cavalry pushed up the valleys which join the Kabul from the north - through the regions now known as Bajour, Swat and Buner, inhabited by Indian hill peoples, as fierce then against the western intruder as their Pathan successors are against the British columns.
The canons respecting the clergy exhibit the clergy as already a special class with peculiar privileges, a more exacting moral standard, heavier penalties for delinquency.
The wood of the durmast oak is commonly heavier and of a darker colour, hence the other is sometimes called by woodmen the white oak, and in France is known as the "chene blanc."
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
An ax will be useful, a hunting spear not bad, but a three-pronged fork will be best of all: a Frenchman is no heavier than a sheaf of rye.
Kutuzov wrote that the Russians had not retreated a step, that the French losses were much heavier than ours, and that he was writing in haste from the field of battle before collecting full information.