He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
I almost dreaded returning to the motel where awaited what I saw as the last thread of hope.
She looked away and fumbled with the needle and thread she'd found in a sewing kit.
She looked down and plucked at a loose thread on her dress.
Darian felt a thread of warmth in the hallway.
She absently plucked at a thread on the hem of her skirt, avoiding his eager gaze.
Silence fell between them again and he plucked at a loose thread on the seat.
Such an independent coenocytic branch or cell-thread is called a hypha.
The chromatin substance increases in amount; the thread stains moie deeply, and in most cases presents a homogeneous appearance.
He was the eldest of a family of six sons and a daughter, and the only one who survived childhood; his own life in youth hung by so mere a thread as to be again and again despaired of.
Some amongst them (Tergipes, Eolis) are also remarkable for possessing peculiarly modified cells placed in sacs (cnidosacs) at the apices of these same papillae, which resemble the " thread-cells " of the Coelentera.
This quarrel was interwoven with the general thread of the Thirty Years' War, and was not finally settled until 1648, when the disputed territory was divided between the two claimants.
We do make thread and cotton dresses of cotton.
Laura Bridgman could tell minute shades of difference in the size of thread, and made beautiful lace.
But I seem to have lost the thread of my discourse.
If an ox were his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store, he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount.
Formerly I had come to this pond adventurously, from time to time, in dark summer nights, with a companion, and, making a fire close to the water's edge, which we thought attracted the fishes, we caught pouts with a bunch of worms strung on a thread, and when we had done, far in the night, threw the burning brands high into the air like skyrockets, which, coming down into the pond, were quenched with a loud hissing, and we were suddenly groping in total darkness.
"Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch."
It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.
And again he twisted the screw with the stripped thread, and again it turned uselessly in the same place.