As-if Sentence Examples
It's almost as if it is a lifetime goal.
He jumped up, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
I feel as if I'm spying.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
She continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.
It was as if he was mocking her.
He was silent, as if watching.
She looked at me as if I was the psychic!
The air was dry and hot, as if she were in a sauna.
AdvertisementHe leaned forward, as if to say something in her ear.
It wasn't as if she was going to chase after him.
It was as if she were talking about someone she didn't know.
He continued as if he didn't hear.
She was thinking as if she alone were responsible.
AdvertisementIt was simple enough to wander around outside, as if she were looking for something.
Had fate brought her to these people who welcomed her as if she were family?
Molly shrugged her shoulders, as if she were being scolded.
He tucked her under the covers as if she were a child.
She almost felt as if she was … drugged?
AdvertisementShe shook her head as if he were the fool.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.
She opened it and frowned, as if knowing why he was there.
He paused, as if searching for a tasteful word.
AdvertisementIt appears as if either you, Damian, or you, Jonny, sent someone to kill her.
It wasn't as if that was the most important part, so why did it hurt the most?
She just shrugged again, as if it wasn't her concern.
The pastor continued as if we hadn't taken nearly a three hour break, mostly continuing his sermon.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
Instead, she prepared for the day as if it were her last.
His head remained shoved under a pillow, and his body relaxed, as if he were falling back asleep.
She talked to Dean as if any fool out here in the wilderness should be fully versed in everyone else's activity.
Betsy looked at her, as if wanting to hear more.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Her hair glowed as if it were on fire, and she floated, her slender form clad in simple leggings and a tunic.
Jonny glanced at Jenn, as if noticing for the first time that she wasn't armed.
He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.
The Other's bedchamber had been empty, as if the otherworldly creature was permanently gone.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
She clung to the metal railing as if her life depended on it, stumbling toward him, blocking his progress.
The next hour passed as if in a dream.
He was an excellent horseman, and rode as if he were part of the horse.
The three of us packed for three days only, as if so limiting our clothing changes would force our return more quickly.
It was as if I hadn't had time to come to grips with that tragedy with the world wind swirling around me.
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
The sun lingered on the horizon, as if waiting for the closing clouds.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
The scars ran all the way through his hand, as if it had been chopped up and put back together.
He was hugging Sunny as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.
She was fully a part of him when they touched, as if he'd been missing more than a piece of his soul all these years and just now realized it.
She looked unsettled at the idea of leaving her lab and looked around, as if trying to figure out what to take.
The room was otherwise arranged as if for a wedding with two sets of neatly lined chairs on either side of a long aisle.
Why, then, was he starting to feel as if he'd been set up?
Darian cocked his head to the side, as if hearing someone call his name.
A strange energy ran between them, as if she could absorb the faint stream of his magic.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
She frowned at his tone, as if he considered her the newest, permanent member of his organization and not the guest she was.
It wasn't like the Magician's magic, which somehow fused with his, as if they were one person sharing one source of power.
Instead of answering, she raised her arm and steadied her breath, as if she were holding a handgun.
The harder she concentrated, the louder Jule's heartbeat grew, as if their bodies were pressed together again.
It was as if small objects had been buried in the ground, and their weak magic was muffled.
It, too, was empty, as if the Other had fled and was taking Yully with him.
The magic took hold of her, and she danced away from his strikes as if they were in slow motion.
The Watcher's eyes went around his study, as if this was his first visit in a great while.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
This one clung to him as if he were the only thing preventing her from being swept overboard.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
His visions were more than just his death; they were the first-person experience of the torturing and killing of many, many others, as if she were mutilating others.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
Sofia hung up the phone, feeling as if she were emerging from a stupor for the first time in months.
He said nothing, and she saw the look that crossed his face, as if he wasn't sure what to make of it.
He stood and watched it burn, feeling as if a part of him burned with it.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
The front door was open, as if they were expecting her.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
The rest was blocked, as if a dam was placed there.
Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.
She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.
He had a heartbeat, one that reverberated through her as if it was her own.
She was surprised to find the idea of tasting him didn't repulse her, as if the intimate bond with him was natural.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he was…pleased to share the moment with her.
He handled weapons as if they were extensions of his body, never dropping them or misplacing a strike.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
He gobbled everything he could grab as if building energy for the balance of his coast-to-coast trek.
She was red-eyed, as if sleep had eluded her.
Then she added, We've always treated you exactly the same as if we were your natural parents.
They look as if someone slept in them.
It was as if she was being forced to divulge what she wanted to tell but had promised not to.
Martha rose and began to pace across the room, putting one foot toe to heel in front of the other, as if walking a tight rope.
He smiled, as if he were kidding.
Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.
After embarrassed apologies, she seemed compelled to sit down and chat, as if idle conversation might be penance for the pilfered peach pie.
Cynthia agreed and as if in penance, gathered up plates and coffee cups while Westlake assembled his equipment.
It wasn't as if he was around much when he was in town, so an empty place at the table just meant an extra potato.
On her way down the hall, she paused at Martha's room and peeked in, as if hoping some memory of the child remained.
Death lowered the hand displaying the end of the world scenario. The images of Gabe fighting demons switched to those of Katie on the beach under the moonlight. Rhyn's breath caught at the sight of her. She appeared exhausted, tattered, and drenched from the underworld rain. She'd never looked as beautiful as she did, even if she looked as if she'd just left the underworld. Toby was with her, pulling her from the beach towards the Sanctuary.
He left the sentence hanging, as if it were too horrible to put into words.
The big oak tree leaned over the pond with outstretched arms, as if ready to capture a catfish.
Carmen waited for him to decide to leave, but he stood there as if wanting to talk.
At first, too, it seemed as if the government were incapable of coping with him.
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Certainly. It's not as if they don't have a mutual interest in this business.
She stood on the front porch, puffing on her cigarette as if sucking in a lung full of chemicals might somehow help matters.
She paused, as if hesitating to confide, until her anger overcame her reticence.
It doesn't seem as if we're taking this business of getting you elected very seriously.
It looks as if they were kind enough to just let the air out—not slash them.
Cynthia leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes while Brandon Westlake acted as if he were taking a Sunday afternoon ride in the park.
Cynthia looked as if she considered joining him but caution prevailed.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
The woman let out her breath, as if exhaling a cigarette.
It doesn't smell as if it was cleaned or preserved.
Dean felt as if he might be getting somewhere, at least in identifying Martha's bones.
It's as if they might have been switched—from a real skeleton.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
The cat declined a lap-offer in favor of the purple rocker, Martha's chair, as if to question the whereabouts of her missing friend.
Someone had a campfire and it looked as if the door on the mine was used for fire wood.
Instead, he rose—a suggestion they go inside—but Cynthia and Mrs. Lincoln were content together, as if oblivious to Pumpkin and Westlake.
He talked to me as if I were a real person, not just a skirt he was plotting to lift.
It was as if Jennifer hadn't heard.
It sounds as if your marriage was very happy.
Paul Dawkins wiped his face with his hand and looked at Dean as if to ask if he were serious.
The two women chatted amicably, as if they'd known one another for a lifetime, with Cynthia pointing out the sights with a running line of commentary.
He made the entire trip up without seeing another vehicle, and the lords of luck were with him—Jennifer Radisson's camera was sitting in the crevice of a rock as if it were waiting for him.
It was only moments later when his fears were realized by the gnashing, booming, ripping sound of metal on rock, echoing across the valley like a clap of thunder, repeating and repeating, as if car after car had met a similar fate, further and further away.
The rough track he followed ceased to exist, as if the vehicle had become airborne in its terrible fall.
She did it gently, as if not to disturb the victim.
He thought she might be sleeping, but her place was ablaze with lights, and she met him at the door as if expecting him.
She paused, as if waiting for a comment, but he gave none.
It's not as if I wasn't in police work long enough to know that, but Billy's death was such a god-awful waste of a young life.
Fitzgerald looked as if he'd found a Captain Midnight ring in his cereal.
She peered behind them, as if searching to see if he'd been followed.
Ginger Dawkins was sitting on the porch in her pretty blue sweater as if she'd never huffed and puffed her exit a day earlier.
It did sound as if the Dawkins boys' temporary peace had come to an end, but Dean paid little heed to the raised voices.
Lydia put her hand on his knee, as if Cynthia were not in the room.
Lydia rose as if to stop him.
She took short breaths, as if it hurt to talk.
Edith was as nervous as the prior evening, glancing across the hall at her son, as if danger lurked in every corner of Bird Song.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Then, as if thinking about it added, But I'll donate these things.
It looked as if the Deans might have more time to themselves, even if Janet's absence meant they'd spend their leisure changing sheets and cleaning toilets.
Corday asked the question as casually as if he was inquiring about the weather.
She waved her hand at the bed, as if to indicate the location of his foul deed.
Claire Quincy turned and stared at him, as if waiting for the quid pro quo of an if-you-don't-tell, I-won't-tell agreement of some sort.
Weller took another bite of his sandwich, waved Dean to a seat as if he were the host, and continued with his discourse.
She continued to take notes, as if Dean's scolding had fallen on deaf ears.
She even commenced to purr, as if to say, Get on with it, you jerk.
It's not as if there's some crazed killer running around loose.
It's not as if he visited the cribs and houses, looking for prostitutes! she said sternly.
Then, as if explaining her long distance telephone expenditure added, "She got a free phone card for listening to a time share pitch."
Franny just shrugged, as if she didn't want to say anything in front of the boy.
Any time anyone tries to raise the subject to Donnie, he just turns away and acts as if he didn't hear the question.
She looked at him, as if she didn't want to go there.
His sole security was the loop of this rope around his body, between his legs, across his back and over his shoulder, which he then grasped as if his life depended on it.
She looked up, as if believing the truth of what her husband was saying for the first time.
Victims were carefully chosen, as if they were dance partners.
He felt as if he had swallowed the contents of an ashbin while embers still lived.
Her eyes widened, then ran over him as if she were appraising a sinful dessert, ready to devour it.
It's not as if he had a chance of getting by her.
It seemed as if she could see his soul.
He felt as if they were melting in to each other, and rather than anticipating what could come next, he was content to just stay in this moment.
He felt as if he had been slapped in the face.
Sarah stared at him as if to say, are you out of your mind?
The bounty of New England's autumn surrounded them, and the sun reflected off the leaves as if it were playing with the tone, searching for the perfect combination of pigment.
Almost as if it was meant to be.
He shrugged as if to say, "Sorry, I can't help you."
After a while, the two came downstairs chatting away as if they had been friends for years.
It was as if their bodies were created to be together, not at all unfamiliar, entwined and as one.
It wasn't a question, but a statement, as if it were inevitable.
Elisabeth's body began to move under the duvet, as if she were stretching.
Sarah yelled, "Jackson!" then glared at Elisabeth as if to say, 'Do something about him'.
They made their way to the back of the bar where the bartender stood as if waiting for a bus.
Sarah scrunched up her face as if she smelled something rancid.
Jackson winced as if the pain would paralyze him.
She gently lifted him, as if he were a sleeping child, and carried him to the car.
She hesitated, as if wanting to elaborate and then shrugged.
Alex tousled her hair as if she were a child.
Carmen began the tour as if it were a documentary.
It wasn't as if she was going to allow Brutus to attack their guest.
He dropped her hand as if it had suddenly become too hot to hold, and glanced at his watch.
Alex attacked his food as if it were to blame for the havoc he had created at the table.
The feds ignored the newcomers after a few looks, content to stroll and chat as if nothing were amiss anywhere.
The cat was staring hard at the mouse, as if ready to pounce.
He was peering closely at the people on the screen, as if trying to assess if there were any survivors.
Tim, on the other hand, looked as if he'd gotten some sleep since their last talk.
She heard disconcerting sounds of heavy weapons fire in the distance, and the forest smelled as if it were burning.
The road was ripped open, as if by a massive bomb.
They were pressed and waiting for her, as if no one had told them her life had changed.
In fact, standing in her apartment, she had the surreal sense that life hadn't changed, as if she could open the door and go to work like any other day.
Yet he moved as if he were completely healed.
He felt as if he'd never seen her before.
Katie didn't answer for a moment, pensive. Gabe glanced back at her then slowed, as if sensing she was growing tired.
She twisted to face the direction from which it had come, expecting to see Gabriel. Nothing was there. The jungle around her fell suddenly still, and the possessed branches stopped in place, as if watching her.
She felt nauseous again. As if reading it in her features, he smiled.
Rhyn opened a portal and walked through the cool shadow place. The shadow world felt … strange this time. He looked around, unsettled by the sensation that someone else was there. The black portal to Hell throbbed then dimmed, as if someone and come through.
Rhyn couldn't help feeling as if Darkyn was playing him as Death had.
At the Sanctuary, Kris was just getting ready to return to his tent when Kiki burst onto the beach, looking as if he were being chased by demons.
Kris felt as if he'd glimpsed his fate – and it wasn't good.
Her words fell heavily, as if she knew she was already doomed to her fate in the underworld. Rhyn said nothing for a long moment.
Andre didn't bother to disappear, as if no longer worried the Immortal might see him. The death-dealer looked lost for a moment then rose and strapped on his weapons.
The branches around him darted around then fell still, as if watching. Toby knelt beside Ully and grunted as he rolled the Immortal onto his back. Disappointed to have their journey paused already, he looked around then back at Ully.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.
Katie turned away and snatched Toby's hand. They approached the demons tentatively, waiting for the quiet creatures to attack rather than move. As if under a trance, the demons moved away in synchronized steps.
His words made Rhyn's throat tighten. He'd never acted in order to gain his brothers' favor, but Kris's words affected him more than he thought they would. There was a flash of light and Kris was gone. Gabe jerked, as if surprised to find himself still standing.
He heard Hannah crying and smelled the unmistakable scent of human blood before he took a step onto the block. He strode down the block and paused in front of Hannah's cell. She was curled up on the bed, sobbing. When he looked at the cell across from her, he saw why. Jared stood in the cell, covered in blood. The cell looked as if a human had exploded, and Rhyn saw a pile of bones Jared had gnawed clean then stacked neatly.
Dean felt cheated, doubly so because yesterday, a comp day off, it had rained as if St. Swithin was ticked off at the world, denying him the pleasure of biking the Pennsylvania countryside.
Harrigan woke up, as if on cue, smiling broadly at everyone.
Most of these commuters lived on the eastern perimeter, as if the extra mile or two made their daily trek somehow more acceptable.
She looked at Dean as if to ask.
I'm sorry, I keep talking as if Jeff is still alive.
She answered without pause and then spent long seconds looking down at her coffee, as if searching for words to clarify her statement.
Otherwise, it had looked as if further education was out of the question.
Chernak handed a thick folder to Dean, smiling at Mayer as if he were waiting to be introduced.
The first picture was of a young man dressed in a suit, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else.
It was beginning to look more as if Jeffrey Byrne pulled a stupid stunt after a few too many drinks in a lonely motel, leaving a widow and a teenaged son to fend for themselves.
Rita had returned and Harrigan was knee-deep in paper work, smiling as usual, but looking as if his heart wasn't in it. ita Angeltoni was the sloppiest woman Dean had ever known.
Ethel looked at him as if he'd proposed a trip to the moon, stating emphatically the only activity worthy of sweat would take place in her king size bed.
The 32-year-old detective with bright red crew cut and opened-collar sports shirt looked as if nothing short of a catastrophe would cause him a lick of concern.
Hunter stood off to one side, nodding as if to say he too had done the same thing.
The top half, which might have identified the date and the store was missing as if the slip had been torn in two.
Then, as if on cue, the phone began to ring.
It looked as if they had been waiting a long time.
He moved around to the far side of the car, as if to get out of earshot of the house.
Mrs. Lincoln hopped up, stretching her languid body and yawning, as if wondering why these two idiots were keeping such late hours.
Fred looked at Dean as if the detective was clueless.
The guy exuded confidence to the point where Dean felt as if he had just dropped a plateful of mashed potatoes in his lap while this tall, dark stranger was toasting the queen.
He looked at them as if to be congratulated.
She smiled at Fred, as if sharing their little joke.
It looks as if it won't be needed now.
She then turned to her son as if to apologize for allowing this relative stranger to kiss her.
It was as if he'd tossed out a sacrificial lamb to a flock of vultures.
She looked as if she wanted him to stay, or at least he told himself that, but he returned to his car.
It looks as if the insurance company may be willing to advance some of the life insurance money—at least enough to tide us over for a while.
She added, as if to clarify the situation, that her son Randy would be there too.
She looked at him as if he was crazy and he nodded, knowingly.
A short, balding man, who looked as if a haircut was more a social event than a necessity, rose to leave, and with a glance at the back room said, "Ol' Ralph always was a bit weird."
She looked as if she might start crying again.
The young man looked ill at ease, as if something was on his mind.
Jenny didn't look as if she believed their story but Dean was a detective so she simply took their statements and refrained from asking embarrassing questions.
Dean woke up feeling as if a truck had hit him, backed up and rolled over him a couple more times just to make sure.
Dean felt ill at ease in Cynthia Byrne's bedroom, spying on her world, seeing the small rainbow of dresses hanging in her closet, sharing space with suits and shirts looking as if they were awaiting the return of Jeffrey Byrne.
The message was signed by Arthur Atherton but it read as if written by a ten-year-old.
It was as if Dean hadn't said a damn thing.
Amid the chaos, a nurse calmly filled out forms in a methodical fashion, looking as if the second coming of Christ wouldn't ruffle her.
Arthur's social friends pawed all over one another on one side of the room, while his lawyer pals held down the other side, acting as if it were a board meeting instead of a wake.
It was as if this separation was by miles only, and not the great chasm created by the disappearance of Jeffrey Byrne.
Betty looked as if a night with Hal-the-creep might have been a better choice.
He felt a new breath, a new strength, as if he were just beginning his ride in a young and fit body.
Now that he knew the story he was as cold and precise as if he were giving out a speeding ticket to an out-of-state Caddy.
Dean could hear the smile in his voice, as if he was pleased.
Joan used the tablet as a shield, as if hiding her comment from Carmen while informing the entire room.
The shock of red hair on the top of his head was unruly, as if he had been running his fingers through it.
It wasn't as if Alex would rule her life.
Everyone thought she was being immature about this – as if there were something ridiculous about the idea of a 25-year-old virgin.
It wasn't as if she were wearing a bikini, and her only physical attributes were a flat abdomen and smooth curves – well, those and her breasts, but they were over proportioned - out of balance, so to speak.
Below, the pond glistened in the evening heat, as if winking up at her.
She drew back, wiping her mouth as if to remove the last few minutes.
He ran a hand over his face as if to wipe away the words.
It isn't as if we can hide it, you know.
A thick limb jutted up sharply, as if throwing an arm out for help.
That night as they sat at the table eating the supper she had cooked, it seemed cozy – as if they were already married.
No one was there to show her how to hold the baby, but the most natural position seemed to be as if she were breast feeding it.
Josh remained sitting in the hay, staring at her as if confused by her response.
Alex's voice began forceful and then lost purpose - as if he thought it wiser not to say what was on his mind.
His voice was even, as if he were having trouble staying in control of his emotions.
He held her close for a while, caressing her hair and back ... crooning to her as if she were a child.
It isn't as if the old one was so great.
For a moment Mom's face was as clear as if she were standing there, saying "waste not, want not."
It was as if she suddenly awoke from a dream.
Gripping the door handle as if she intended to jump out, she stared out the window.
In the valley below, the old house seemed to stare at her with blank eyes, as if it too was trying to avoid seeing something.
His other hand held hers as if it were a rare butterfly.
It seemed so natural - as if they had always been intimate.
She simply felt sad, as if she had lost someone forever.
It wasn't as if he hadn't given her time to correct the problem.
He shook his head, as if to clear it.
She shook her head as if to clear it of distracting thoughts.
Her face felt stiff, as if all the blood had drained from it.
The back door opened silently when she pushed on it, as if she were in a dream.
A few times he looked up at her, as if to ask what was on her mind.
The blush started, as if she had been caught doing something unladylike.
She ran to him, kissing him as if she hadn't done so an hour ago before he left to do the chores.
It wasn't as if she hadn't gone to sleep nights without him.
There she melted in his arms, giving herself to him as if it were the first time.
It wasn't as if there was any basis for the feeling.
He had actually talked about the baby as if it were theirs.
It wasn't as if they used it to communicate anyway.
He hesitated, as if there were more.
It was as if Alex had been gone for a long time.
Finally he took a slow breath and let it out, his shoulders drooping as if under some great load.
It was as if she lifted a load from his shoulders.
It was as if they had always been a family.
It was as if everything was coming to a head, and it couldn't have come at a worse time.
Alex was still watching her, as if he knew something she didn't.
There he sat, holding her in his arms as if she were a child.
For a few minutes he simply sat there, as if organizing what he wanted to say.
Carmen felt the shock of it as if she had been slapped.
He shook his head again, as if trying to shake himself out of a nightmare.
Looking up into his sweet chocolate gaze, feeling the stroke of his hands on her face and neck, even the quickening of pulse — it was as if they had met all over again.
The towering, muscular man who held her until she fell asleep every night and made love to her as if she was the only woman he'd ever known was no more.
Jenn approached as if in a dream, struggling to stay on her feet with the earth's shaking.
His eyes were red as if he'd been crying, and his clothing was streaked with blood.
Somehow, they lessened her pain again, as if the strange figure before her wrapped them in magic before placing them in her head.
In fact, he rarely looked her in the eye, as if she was a reminder of something he didn't want to recall.
She studied him closely, as if looking for signs of the man he'd been the last time she saw him.
The words were purred in her husky voice yet felt as if they'd been shouted.
His head throbbed and his body ached, as if he'd flung himself against the rocky wall.
He felt as if he was burning up from the inside out.
She hadn't heard or sensed him, as if he'd gone to some sort of stealth mode that silenced even his mind.
Jenn eyed him, as if suspecting he was being sarcastic.
Jonny's gaze went upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling to the second floor.
The beautiful woman in front of him rose on her tiptoes as if to kiss him.
Although older, his own name was present under Damian's, as if it had been erased during the long years of his slavery and newly added.
I will become as if I'd lived here my whole life, isn't that right?
The Black God looked around him, disoriented, as if he'd been dropped into the foyer and not Traveled there himself.
Where Sofi's magic was cold, Bianca's was cool, and the air around her shimmered as if with sunlight.
Darian moved forward as if in a dream, stopping within the shade of apple trees as he gazed at the scene before him.
She scrambled up, ever the actress, and smiled at him as if this was any other day before the Schism.
His eyes were on the two walking down the beach, his arms crossed, as if he waited for something.
The blast was short but sucked her magic and left her feeling as if her insides were on fire.
Sprawled on the ground, Jenn stared at the pillar of roaring magic that replaced the obelisk, as if a cork had been loosened from the core of the immortal world.
Darian awoke feeling as if he'd just survived a hurricane.
Darian couldn't help but pity her as well; her eyes were circled with black and puffy, as if she'd been crying recently.
Already he felt as if an age had passed since he was flung into the darkness.
He placed the unsettling book on a table and crossed the chamber, watching the book as if it might decide to walk away on its own.
The air of the chamber stilled and grew heavy, as if it meant to suffocate him.
She lifted the wooden cover before dropping her hand as if the book were hot enough to scald her.
Rissa's sharp glance found him twice, as if to ensure he continued to follow them.
The shaded forest was cool and quiet, as if all the animals and trees watched and waited.
Rissa was braced in the saddle as if expecting attackers at any moment.
Taran's jaw tightened as he took in the right side of her face, which blazed red as if struck.
He nodded as if expecting the response and seated himself at a small table near the fire.
She was not bleeding, for which she was grateful, but her body ached as if it had been flung around a stone room for hours.
He looked at her expectantly, as if awaiting encouragement from his leader that all would end well.
Sami grimaced, as if annoyed rather than in pain, but otherwise ignored the arrows jutting from his back.
The youth scrambled up as if accustomed to the treatment, yelling again at his father.
The moment he made the decision to demand her as payment, all had become overwhelmingly clear, as if he had chosen at last to take control of a dream that had imprisoned him for so long.
His eyes were blacker than night and gleamed while his touch was cold, as if his body were already dead.
The creature within her was strangely still, as if it, too, were caught off guard.
The warlord's former advisor leaned against the wall as if expecting him.
It refilled itself as if by magic.
Despite feeling better rested than she could remember, she was unable to shake the sense of unease from the catacombs, as if Jame's magic lingered.
It felt like a lifetime, as if she were looking up on the walls for the first time in an age!
Her demon stirred in lazy agitation, as if still under the spell of Jame.
His gaze was piercing, as if he tried to see the demon inside of her.
He felt each arrow as if it punctured his body instead of hers.
The demon peered out at him, as if trying to judge whether or not he lied.
He felt the pressure of the underground again, as if the world was closing in on him.
Darkness clung to the book, as if its pages contained traces of the demon itself.
He looked so elegant in that suit, and yet he moved as if the horse were part of him.
Destiny's eyelids kept drooping and then she would open her eyes wide as if afraid she might miss something good.
Ed kept looking back as if to ask how many more people they thought he could pull.
It wasn't as if they could see her.
Down here it was as if the ghosts of soldiers wandered.
He stood with his back straight, as if proud of every inch.
His complexion was dark for a blonde man, as if he spent a lot of time outside.
Alex and Gerald talked around and over the bobbing heads of children on their laps as if it were an everyday occurrence.
He looked surprised, as if that thought had never occurred to him before.
He protected your picture as if it was his personal property.
He eyed her clothing and spoke hesitantly, as if not certain whether he would be punished for his words.
He flinched as if he'd been hit, and she continued.
Felipa kept watching Alex, as if she expected him to make an announcement.
He opened the door for her and they walked down the hall side by side, as if nothing had come between them.
Senor Medena jerked his head up and stared at her as if he couldn't believe what she was saying.
He took her to church on Sunday, complimented her attire and fussed over her as if her injured shoulder was a disabling factor.
They made love then, as if nothing had ever come between them.
She moved with the horse as if it were an extension of her body.
He smiled down at her and stroked her hair as if she were still a child.
His dripping frame emerged from the water and he strode toward her as if the bottom of the creek were sand.
And then the rain came, drenching the cabin as if a giant were emptying a huge bucket.
It was as if this backward country wanted to stay that way.
He accepted the story about the woman as if it were common place - or maybe it was no surprise.
He held her for a moment, as if in a motionless dance.
He stared absently at his hand, as if he was mulling that idea over.
He handled the baby as if it were made of crystal.
As he leaned down to kiss the infant, her heart felt as if it were being torn from her body.
The moment his attention turned to the woman, Megan felt as if someone had severed one of her limbs.
Xander stopped speaking and was pacing restlessly, as if ready to fight again already.
Brandon clutched his hands together across from Jessi, as if wanting to hug his sister but unwilling to make such a gesture.
The lights nearest him dimmed while the air around him shimmered, as if he was a mirage.
Her toned hourglass shape was clothed in jeans and a snug t-shirt and pink house slippers, as if she'd left home in a hurry.
Just stepping into the cave-like master bedroom made her feel as if she was entering some forbidden place.
He seemed guarded and genuinely unsettled, as if he wasn't expecting an assistant today, despite the note from Ingrid she found.
The words were spoken with effort through his clenched teeth, as if the admittance was a personal insult.
He drew closer once more, pausing on the opposite side of the counter, watching her in a way that left her feeling as if she was standing naked in his living room, armed with a gun.
Cat sat at the top of the stairs overlooking the main floor, as if to tell him where Jessi was.
There were dark circles under her eyes today, as if she hadn't slept.
He didn't seem affected by the words, as if whatever wound the events caused was completely gone.
The ruby glowed faintly, as if there was a light at its center.
They were even with the teeth around them, as if his incisors had just …grown.
Look at each other as if you're in love.
Her lips were parted as if for kisses, her eyes large enough, he saw himself reflected in their depths.
They were her, as if he'd been given access to her at the deepest levels.
Cat sat at the top of the stairs, as if waiting for her.
Her forearm was starting to swell, as if he'd broken or sprained it.
He sat down in his chair and propped his legs up with nonchalance, as if he hadn't performed the impossible and healed her.
Desire was mounting faster this time, as if her body anticipated what his bite would bring.
Charles was coiled, as if ready to take a bite out of her.
Instinctive, powerful, and light-footed, he twirled the bo as if it was an extension of him, adapting to his opponent and absorbing any blows that fell to him without flinching.
She tasted sweet, as if she'd snagged a bite of dessert from the caterers before coming up to gloat.
Xander hadn't bristled around this woman; his guard stayed down, as if he was comfortable with her.
He squeezed while studying her carefully, as if making certain she wasn't hurt.
He heard the brush of skin against metal, as if someone had Traveled to a spot with tighter quarters than expected.
She definitely couldn't eat after watching Xander tear apart human-like bodies as if they were paper.
Brandon was pacing outside the entrance, as if waiting for them.
The man who tore people in two had been beyond gentle with her, savoring every inch of her body, as if he was trying to memorize everything about her.
Almost instantly, the door bucked, as if Jenn was trying to get in.
Xander heard them, but it was as if their voices were far away.
The Other didn't release her, as if afraid she'd disappear on him.
He recoiled, as if it was alive.
For the first time since meeting him, she didn't feel as if the world was crushing her.
Nor would it seem as if it could be the intention of the author to do much more than point out the lines on which the further treatment of the subject should advance.
It dashes at once into the middle of the subjects with the examination of a problem which had baffled the ancients, and seems as if it were tossed at the heads of the French geometers as a challenge.
It seemed as if all France had been waiting for this event as a signal, for organized churches began to spring up every where immediately afterwards.
By it the northern provinces bound themselves together " as if they were one province " to maintain their rights and liberties " with life-blood and goods " against foreign tyranny, and to grant complete freedom of worship and of religious opinion throughout the confederacy.
A married woman may hold her separate property, carry on business, sue and be sued the same as if she were single, except that in conveying or mortgaging her real estate she must be joined by her husband.
When these became law, he neglected to enforce them, and on the 1 st of September 1549 he was required by the council to maintain at St Paul's Cross that the royal authority was as great as if the king were forty years of age.
As to judgment debts, it is sufficient to say that, when by the judgment of a court of competent jurisdiction an order is made that a sum of money be paid by one of two parties to another, such a debt is not only enforceable by process of court, but it can be sued upon as if it were an ordinary debt.
Religion began in fear - as if it were no more than a lying superstition.
Does not nature seem to treat you as if you had free will ?
It seems as if one foot rested on dogmatism and one on scepticism.
With approved conduct, however, he may be absolutely released after twenty to twenty-five years in the settlement; and throughout that time, though possessing no civil rights, a quasi-judicial procedure controls all punishments inflicted upon him, and he is as secure of obtaining justice as if free.
Yet this process of development is not to be conceived as if one stage is naturally produced out of the other, and not even as if the one followed the other in time.
Their natural resemblances and differences are only to be expressed by disposing them as if they were branches springing from a common hypothetical centre.
The 6th council of Toledo (in 693) has been cited as if it visited certain very great sinners with scourging as an ecclesiastical punishment.
Its opening, the vent, is situated either on the middle line at the base of the tail, or on the right side, as if to balance the sinistral position of the spiraculum.
The influence of man on plants and vegetation is also a biological factor, which is frequently ignored as such, and treated as if it were a thing apart.
Only the Samnites, who were as yet without the Roman franchise, remained his enemies, and it seemed as if the old war between Rome and Samnium had to be fought once again.
These views were expressed with extraordinary vigour and incisiveness in his Letter from Sydney (1829), published while he was still in prison, but composed with such graphic power that it has been continually quoted as if written on the spot.
When he cries "Rain, rain," or otherwise makes vivid to himself and his hearers the idea of rain, expecting that the rain will thereby be forced to come, it is as if he had said "Rain, now you must come," or simply "Rain, come!"
The country was at this period conducted practically as if it were the private estate of the president, and no accounts of revenue or expenditure were vouchsafed to the public. In 1894 the Colorados nominated Senor Idiarte Borda for the presidency.
It has seemed as if any form of nobility was inconsistent with a republican form of government, while nobility, in some shape or other, has come to be looked on as a natural, if not a necessary, appendage to a monarchy.
The colouring of the steppe changes as if by magic, and only the silvery plumes of the steppe-grass (Stipa pennata) wave in the wind, tinting the steppe a bright yellow.
Naturally the company named does not reach all of these points, but its line across the Andes supplies the indispensable link of communication, in the absence of which the east coast towns and the west coast towns have hitherto been as widely separated as if they had been located on different continents-indeed, far more widely separated in point of time and of freight charges than Great Britain and the United States.
But once the order is confirmed by the Board, with or without modifications, it has effect as if it had been enacted by parliament, and it cannot afterwards be upset on the ground of any alleged irregularity in the proceedings.
The whole mass looks as if it were, as it is, slowly sliding down the valley to the sea.
When, however, he had succeeded in extracting from the sources a general idea that seemed to him clear and simple, he attached himself to it as if to the truth itself, employing dialectic of the most penetrating, subtle and even paradoxical character in his deduction of the logical consequences.
The ague-fit begins with chills proceeding as if from the lower part of the back, and gradually extending until the coldness overtakes the whole body.
Energyequations, such as the above, may be operated with precisely as if they were algebraic equations, a property which is of great advantage in calculation.
Images of Caligula were set up in the synagogues, an edict deprived the Jews of their rights as citizens, and finally the governor authorized the mob to sack the Jewish quarter, as if it had been a conquered city (38).
It is, indeed, as if the high land of central Asia had been pushed southward against and over the unyielding mass formed by the old rocks of the Indian peninsula, and in the process the edges of the over-riding strata had been crumpled and folded.
The words " Asiatic " and " Oriental " are often used as if they denoted a definite and homogeneous type, but Russians resemble Asiatics in many ways, and Turks, Hindus, Chinese, &c., differ in so many important points that the common substratum is small.
It has been understood as if Reid had merely appealed from the reasoned conclusions of philosophers to the unreasoned beliefs of common life.
It was no longer possible to write as if the whole civilization of the Western world would sit down contentedly under the shadow of East Gothic dominion and Amal sovereignty.
He quotes, as if he were familiarly acquainted with their writings, a number of Greek and Roman writers, of whom it is almost certain that he had not read more than one or two.
By feeding the sheep, the land is dunged as if it had been folded; and those turnips, though few or none be carried off for human use, are a very excellent improvement, nay, some reckon it so, though they only plough the turnips in without feeding."
This was an amending act and not a consolidating act; consequently it had to be read as if incorporated into the already existing acts.
As a speaker Mill was somewhat hesitating, pausing occasionally as if to recover the thread of his argument, but he showed great readiness in extemporaneous debate.
By the numbers prefixed it would look as if there should be four new members of this order; but that seems to be due rather to a slip of the pen or to a printer's error.
The property rights of husband and wife are nearly equal; a wife may hold her property the same as if single, and a widower or a widow is entitled to the use for life of one-third of the real estate of which his or her deceased consort was seized at the time of his or her death.
A married woman can lease her " separate property" apart from or under the Married Women's Property Acts, as if she were a single woman (feme sole) .
Properly speaking, tenancy at sufferance is not a tenancy at all, inasmuch as if the landlord acquiesces in it, it becomes a tenancy at will; and it is to be regarded merely as a legal fiction which prevented the rightful owner from treating the tenant as a trespasser until he had himself made an actual entry on or had brought an action to recover the land.
Section 47 of the act gives the tenant the same rights to compensation as if his holding had been a holding under the Agricultural Holdings Act 1908 (vide supra).
When Godfrey died in July 1100 (after successful forays against the Mahommedans which took him as far as Damascus), it might seem as if a theocracy were after all to be established in Jerusalem, in spite of the events of 1099.
It then often retains its vitality for a long time, apparently crawling as if it were itself a worm, a phenomenon which is at least partially explained by the extraordinary development of nervous tissue, equally distributed all through the walls of the proboscis, and either united into numerous longitudinal nerve-stems (Drepanophorus, Amphiporus) or spread out into a uniform and comparatively thick layer (Cerebratulus, sp.).
The Liber de compositione alchemiae, which professes to be by Morienus - perhaps the same as the Marianus who was the teacher of Khalid - was translated by Robertus Castrensis, who states that he finished the work in 1182, and speaks as if he were making a revelation - " Quid sit alchemia nondum cognovit vestra Latinitas."
The phosphates of aluminium, chromium and iron are precipitated, and the solution contains the same metals as if phosphoric acid had been absent.
By this method it is shown that water, when present as " water of crystallization," behaves as if it were ice.
Wagner's earlier works have too long been treated as if they represented the pure and healthy childhood of his later ideal; as if Lohengrin stood to Parsifal as Haydn, Mozart and early Beethoven stand to Beethoven's last quartets.
Not until the third act does the great Wagner arbitrate in the struggle between amateurishness and theatricality in the music, though at all points his epoch-making stagecraft asserts itself with a force that tempts us to treat the whole work as if it were on the Wagnerian plane of Tannhauser's account of his pilgrimage in the third act.
As these phalangites are distinguished both from the Greek mercenaries and the native Egyptian levies, it looks (although such a fact would be staggering) as if more Macedonians could be raised for military service in Egypt than in Macedonia itself (but see Beloch, p. 353).
The Mediterranean occupies nearly half the inhabited world in longitude, and the east coast of Africa is shown as if it extended due east.
Thereupon the Quakers, who were perhaps not without the -obstinacy of which Marcus Aurelius complained in the early Christians, rushed to Massachusetts as if invited, and the result was that the general court of the colony banished them on pain of death, and four of them, three men and one woman,were hanged for refusing to depart from the jurisdiction or for obstinately returning within it.
A fragment of Philemon declares, as if in reply to Aristotle, that not nature, but fortune, makes the slave.
Antoninus Pius punished him who killed his own slave as if he had killed another's.
Their plan is for the most part that of a house, with a door of entrance and passage leading into a central chamber or atrium, with others of smaller size opening from it, each having a stone-hewn bench or triclinium on three of its sides, on which the dead, frequently a pair of corpses side by side, were laid as if at a banquet.
In the sandy part of the desert beyond this strip of fertility both men and beasts, leaving the beaten path, sink as if in loose snow.
His absolute independence was as little gained as if he had camped out in Hyde Park; relatively he lived the life of a recluse.
These four groups, however, were of unequal importance, and thanks to this arrangement the English, although weakest in point of numbers, were able to exercise the same influence in the council as if they had formed a fourth of the voters.
In view of these troops the Prussian line, which had advanced faultlessly as if on parade, halted to prepare its bayonet attack by fire, and, once halted, it was found impossible to get them to go on again.
It seemed as if nothing could save the Austrians from complete disaster, but at the critical moment the emperor, yielding to the protestations of his corps commanders, who represented the excessive fatigue of their troops, stopped the pursuit, and the archduke made the most of his opportunity to restore order amongst his demoralized men, and crossed to the north bank of the Danube during the night.
Suddenly towards the end of August, as if by previous understanding (although nothing of the sort was ever proved), small bands of Sioux scattered along the frontier for 200 m.
The wire will in fact become temporarily magnetized by induction, that end of it which is nearest to the pole of the magnet acquiring opposite polarity, and behaving as if it were the pole of a permanent magnet.
It has been suggested 2 that an iron rod under magnetization may be in the same condition as if under a mechanically applied longitudinal stress tending to shorten the iron.
According to Hopkinson's calculation, this sample behaved as if 91% of the iron contained in it had completely lost its magnetic property.'
This would be as if two men were to agree to draw lots as to which should commit suicide in order to avoid fighting a duel.
The scorpion, attacking the genitals of the bull, is sent by Ahriman from the lower world to defeat the purpose of the sacrifice; the dog, springing towards the wound in the bull's side, was venerated by the Persians as the companion of Mithras; the serpent is the symbol of the earth being made fertile by drinking the blood of the sacrificial bull; the raven, towards which Mithras turns his face as if for direction, is the herald of the Sun-god, whose bust is near by, and who has ordered the sacrifice; various plants near the bull, and heads of wheat springing from his tail, symbolize the result of the sacrifice; the cypress is perhaps the tree of immortality.
President Davis, however, acted as if he was assured of ultimate success.
But, although the relation of reason to an external authority thus constitutes the badge of medieval thought, it would be unjust to look upon Scholasticism as philosophically barren, and to speak as if reason, after an interregnum of a thousand years, resumed its rights at the Renaissance.
By the end of October the last Turkish regular had quitted Magyar soil, and, to use the words of a contemporary observer, one quarter of Hungary was as utterly destroyed as if a flood had passed over it.
If the point under consideration be so far away from the geometrical shadow that a large number of the earlier zones are complete, then the illumination, determined sensibly by the first zone, is the same as if there were no obstruction at all.
If on the other hand the number of zones be odd, the effects conspire; and the illumination (proportional to the square of the amplitude) is four times as great as if there were no obstruction at all.
In another direction, making a small angle with the last, such that the projection of AB upon it amounts to a few wavelengths, it is easy to see that the mode of interference is the same as if there were no ruling.
The advantage of approximate bisection lies in the superior brilliancy of the surviving spectra; but in any case the compound grating may be considered to be perfect in the longer interval, and the definition is as good as if the bisection were accurate.
It is then verified that, after integration with respect to dS, (6) gives the same disturbance as if the primary wave had been supposed to pass on unbroken.
The pyramidions were sheathed in bright metal, catching and reflecting the sun's rays as if they were thrones of the sunlight.
Living things which present this visible structure are said to be organized; and so widely does organization obtain among living beings, that organized and living are not unfrequently used as if they were terms of co-extensive applicability.
Such injuries are apt to occur in syphilitic endarteritis, or senile arterial decay, whereby an artery may be blocked permanently, as if with an embolus, and the area supplied by it, in so far as it was dependent upon this vessel, deprived of nutrition.
We have said that this advance is often quoted, not very wisely, to signify that in modern progress "medicine" has fallen behind surgery - as if the art of the physician were not one and indivisible.
The visit lasted about three years, from 1726 to 1729; and, as if to make the visitor's luck certain, George I.
The working out of each floor is conducted much as if it were a bed of corresponding thickness.
The first vortex dilates and moves slower, while the second contracts and shoots through the first; after which the motion is reversed periodically, as if in a game of leap-frog.
The surrounding tissue enlarges, so that the spots appear as if sunk in depressions, and bear a considerable resemblance to hailstone wounds.
There are various systems of purging refined, or socalled refined, sugar in centrifugals, all designed with a view of obtaining the sugar in lumps or tablets, so as to appear as if it had been turned out from moulds and not from centrifugals, and great ingenuity and large sums of money have been spent in perfecting these different systems, with more or less happy results.
The tendency of the later law has been to put the offence of sacrilege in the same position as if the offence had not been committed in a sacred building Thus breaking into a place of worship at night, says Coke, is burglary, for the church is the mansion house of Almighty God.