Chair Sentence Examples
He leaned forward in his chair, sobering.
There, sitting in his chair, was Carl, fast asleep.
A footman moved the chair for her.
She stepped around the chair and stood before him.
He took the exercise book containing lessons in geometry written by himself and drew up a chair with his foot.Advertisement
Alex sat down in his chair.
I'm not ready for the rocking chair yet.
He leaned back in his chair again and stretched his legs out, his piercing gaze sorting through the secrets of her mind.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
I forced her into a chair and held her there until I was nearly exhausted.Advertisement
He sank into the chair and let out a long breath.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
Sitting her in her chair, she glanced around the table.
After their conversation, she leaned back in the chair to get some rest.Advertisement
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
Finally he pushed his plate aside and rose from the chair.
He approached her favorite chair.
She folded her legs beneath her once more on the chair.
He sat down in a chair, waiting.Advertisement
She straightened in her chair, her face growing warm.
I challenge you! he ejaculated, and, pushing back his chair, he rose from the table.
Lisa struggled out of the chair and limped over to the sack of groceries.
He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.
He indicated a chair in the shadow of a rose bush.Advertisement
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
She did several dishes and then heard a chair scrape the floor behind her.
She sent a chair sailing across the room.
She cringed away from him as her knees hit a chair.
She sat in a chair by the black hearth.
She slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, eyes blurring as she struggled to make out the forms.
He moved the sword off her favorite chair without answering and placed it on the trench stretched across her couch.
Gabriel sat opposite the door while Ully flung himself into a cushy chair.
Excited to see that even this world had video games, she sat in the chair behind the buttons and screen, studying all three in an attempt to figure out how the game worked.
He rocked back in his chair and added, There was a little shindig for the marketing guy—Fletch Brunell.
Dean slumped down in his chair, his mind picturing a veiled fugitive, costumed as an old lady, slinking into a back pew.
Instead, he pulled up a chair behind the door and waited.
He held her chair while she sat, and then slid it forward.
Then he turned to his chair.
He leaned back in his chair and frowned at her.
It was her turn to squirm in her chair.
Finally he rose from his chair and brushed crumbs from his gray business suit.
He glanced at the dress and dropped into a chair at the table.
He shot out of the chair, clawing egg from his face as he lunged toward her.
What was he doing in the chair?
He jumped out of the chair and came to the side of her bed.
She turned her head to look at the chair, but Alex wasn't there.
He gazed up at her from his chair.
The chair makes you sad.
For a little while, she even forgot about the fear, but as they rose from the window seat, her gaze was drawn back to the chair.
When she finally found the courage to talk to Alex about the chair, she was surprised to find him unyielding in his decision to keep the chair.
Not while the situation with the chair was unresolved.
But he would be upset again if she said anything about the chair.
His logic was sound, but there was still the situation with the chair.
She had to face that chair — tonight.
She walked into the living room and stared at the chair.
With each step, the fear grew, until when she lowered herself into the chair, her heart was pounding in her ears.
Pulling a chair out, he sat down and put one foot across his knee.
Clarissa sat her chair like a queen on a throne, the toe of a red pump and a white plaster clad foot peeping out from under her long gown.
In 1845 he was appointed to the chair of chemistry, physics and technology at the Wiesbaden Agricultural Institution, and three years later he became the first director of the chemical laboratory which he induced the Nassau government to establish at that place.
In 1866 he was appointed regius professor of modern history at Oxford, and held the chair until 1884.
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
Helen was lying on the floor, kicking and screaming and trying to pull my chair from under me.
I forced her out of the chair and made her pick it up.
Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone.
She did not venture to ask any questions, and shut the door again, now sitting down in her easy chair, now taking her prayer book, now kneeling before the icon stand.
When at last, smartly whirling his partner round in front of her chair, he drew up with a click of his spurs and bowed to her, Natasha did not even make him a curtsy.
Pierre disturbed the symmetry by moving a chair for himself, and Berg and Vera immediately began their evening party, interrupting each other in their efforts to entertain their guest.
Anatole moved a chair for Natasha and was about to sit down beside her, but the count, who never lost sight of her, took the seat himself.
Bianca's new world was tiny and white, the porcelain toilet the only chair and the tub the only place long enough for her to lie down.
He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.
She pulled up a chair, her movement giving him a peek of the swells of her breasts as she bent.
He sat like he owned the pub, leaning back in the chair in a display of relaxed power.
He sat in the chair in front of the vamp he'd fixated on.
She laughed, a contagious sound, and he saw her effect even on Darian, who had relaxed and sat in a chair nearby.
Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
He leaned back in a chair across from her with muscular, feline grace, managing to appear both at ease and ready to pounce.
She stayed the urge to curl up in her chair, jumping when a shadow with lopsided shoulders emerged from the corner dressed like an executioner in black hood and gloves.
She dropped into her chair, shaking.
She collected what she could find and perched in a chair, reading until sundown, when the hunger pangs hit her again.
She picked up the box to toss it on the chair when something slid out.
She curled up in a chair, afraid to move too quickly under the tense Guardian's gaze.
He pulled up the other chair and sat across from her.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
Aggravated by her second display of defiance in one night, he crossed to her and planted his hands on either side of her chair, demanding her attention.
Her two-toned eyes were still, her head resting on the back of the chair as she looked up at him.
He tossed his shirt on the chair behind her.
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.
Pumpkin nearly fell off his chair.
You'll survive, Brandon said as he took over Mrs. Lincoln's chair.
Fred plunked down in a side chair and began sorting through his notes like a professor beginning a lecture.
She shrugged as she plopped back into her chair, wincing.
He pulled up a chair with a hook of his foot and joined them.
She pulled up a chair and the Deans took seats across from her.
Cynthia plopped down in her chair and waved away the trail of smoke.
Deidre crossed her arms as she went to the other chair before the hearth.
Alex replaced the receiver and leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his face as if to remove the conversation.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
Carmen slept fitfully in a chair in the waiting room all night.
She slid back into her chair and watched his still face.
Scooting the chair closer to him, she began to read.
Carmen dropped into a chair and leaned her elbow on the table.
After he had been gone for a few minutes, Carmen dragged a chair up close to Alex.
His sultry gaze followed her to the chair.
She pulled up a chair and sat beside him, resting chin in palms.
Destiny was in her high chair playing with fruit colored cereal.
Alex plucked her from the high chair and walked out of the room with her.
Carmen grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, reading as he typed.
Leaning back in the chair and lacing fingers behind his neck, that bland gaze roved over her face again.
Alex was sitting in his chair and they were alone at the moment, so it was a good time to approach him.
He leaned forward in the chair.
She sagged into the depths of her chair.
The scientist, whose name was Ully, replaced the vial and leaned back in his chair.
She stared at him, backing out of his reach until the back of her knees hit a chair and she dropped into it.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
Gabriel waited until he was gone before pulling a chair to the side of the bed.
Rhyn patted the chair beside him.
Katie snagged the perfume off the table as the two brothers neared and eased off the chair, placing it between her and them.
Katie eased off the chair and reached into her pocket for the perfume.
Important distinction, Rhyn replied and pulled out a chair from the table on which the candle was placed.
He straddled the chair and rested his forearms on its back.
Kris pushed him aside to offer her a chair.
Kiera took her usual chair, and Romas ruffled her hair as he passed her.
She relaxed into the comfortable black desk chair in front of her computer, wondering if Romas had told Evelyn of the half a dozen kids he expected.
Comfortable in the plush office chair, she propped her feet up on her desk and continued to sketch until the picture began to look as she wanted it to.
Evelyn slid into the chair beside her.
She shifted in her chair.
A'Ran said nothing, though he clenched the arms of his chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
It was the sound of something falling, a chair perhaps, that startled him in his winter sleep.
The pale glow of the moon shone through the uncurtained window, casting an elongated shadow from the overturned chair.
He could picture her, holding the hem of her gown, climbing onto the chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death took her hand and led her to its darkness.
Donnie viewed the encounter with mild curiosity while Gladys remained in her chair, pudgy legs elevated, looking totally petrified.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
The room contained a single bed, small dresser and chair.
The winter season precluded the front porch rocking chair conferences of last summer and since the past autumn the group's confabs had been replaced with side-of-the-bed meetings in the Deans' quarters.
But Dean stood too close to the back of her chair for her to move.
The two men first boarded chair lift number ten and ten and a half minutes later were eighteen hundred feet higher than Fred and Donnie, at nearly eleven thousand feet elevation.
She rose from her chair, just as Fred entered the room.
She let herself be led to a corner chair.
Fred examined the picture as Dean slumped back in his chair.
It hangs there, waiting for me to step upon this velvet chair where I sit, tie its far descending end to my neck, and step from this world, freeing it from the guilt and troubles Annie Quincy has caused.
The big man pulled up a chair next to Dean.
Stopping her seemed not to enter Dean's mind as she placed a chair in the middle of the room, looking up to make sure it was directly beneath the hanging brass fixture.
He could picture her climbing onto the velvet chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death set her free.
She was wedged into a corner chair with one hand in a bag of cookies while the other took notes.
So she—" Gladys read from her notes, "...stepped up on the velvet chair, tightens the silken cord about her neck, and closed her eyes...."
As sure as if I tied that cord around her neck and kicked out the chair.
If she had just kicked away the chair, we all would have made it to her room in time to save her.
Fred added, Then Shipton had to set the whole scene up before he knocked over the chair.
He swept his hand to motion her through the doorway, then walked to the desk and the only chair in the room.
He pulled the chair out to offer her, and in doing so sent it airborne, into the opposite wall, where it splintered into pieces and cracked the plaster.
He glanced at the smashed chair.
Dropping him on the sofa, Jackson sat back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other knee at the ankle.
Jackson sat at the piano while Sarah found her usual chair, and grabbed a throw pillow to hug.
She led him to a chair, and then poured them both drinks.
Jackson sat in the chair by the window, taking in the landscape.
Sarah sat on the arm of the chair and hugged him.
He pulled a chair out and sent it flying across the room through a wall.
A chair sat in the middle of the living room with a 'Happy Birthday' balloon tied to it.
She straddled the chair as she belted out the last note.
They brought a wing chair from the living room into the studio, and Elisabeth positioned him sitting back with one ankle on the other knee, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
He rested his head on the back of the chair and let out a long sigh.
The waiter took their order and Miriam leaned back in her chair.
He quickly regretted sitting there rather than a chair.
He carried the sleeping wolf upstairs, placed her on the bed, and then pulled a chair up to wait.
Upon entering the music room, she grabbed her throw pillow, sat in her usual chair and cooed, "Pleeeeze do that one about the clouds, the one you always lock the door for?"
Sarah slumped deeper into her chair with her arms still folded.
Sarah sat up taller in her chair and tried to kick him.
In the middle, Elisabeth sat in a metal chair, barely conscious.
He removed his jacket, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of the visitor's chair.
Loosening his tie, he dropped into the leather office chair and picked up the envelope.
He leaned back in his chair, the letter forgotten as he studied the girl in the picture.
Retrieving the glass of grape sparkly, he picked up the picture and leaned back in the chair.
Alex pulled out a chair.
Carmen Pulock hunkered down into her heavy chore coat and scooted her chair closer to the potbellied stove.
Carmen dropped into a chair at the table.
She flounced into a chair, elbows on the table and chin in her hands.
She stood and scooted her chair up to the cabinets.
Carmen climbed off the chair and squirmed out of his lingering grip on her arm.
Alex dragged the chair to the table and held it for Carmen.
She left the bowl on the cabinet and settled into the chair, treating Alex to a wry smile.
He pushed Katie's chair forward and seated himself at the table.
At the table, he slung a long leg over a chair and dropped into it, kicking out the chair next to him for Carmen.
She sat down and pulled her chair up to the table, glancing to see how Bill would react.
Alex held a chair for Lori, and Josh glanced uncomfortably at Carmen, running a hand through unruly red hair as he spoke under his breath in a sarcastic tone.
Alex glanced at Josh as he lowered himself to the chair beside Lori.
Josh glanced up from his plate of sausage and eggs and reached over, pulling out a chair for her.
She dropped into the chair and scooted it forward.
Alex picked the coffeepot back up again and she realized he had intended to push her chair in for her.
He slammed his hands on the table and lurched from his chair.
He kicked his chair aside, his face growing red with anger.
She plopped down in the chair and pulled her socks off, holding her feet up to the stove.
She straightened in the chair, acutely aware that he was still watching her.
Carmen dropped into the chair beside the stove and pulled some heavy socks over her cold feet.
He spent last night in that chair.
He dropped into the chair and slung a long leg over the arm.
She gnawed on her lower lip and shifted in her chair.
Alex glanced around at the interested faces at the tables near them, and pulled out the chair.
He sat down beside Carmen and scooted his chair in.
Sliding an arm across the back of Carmen's chair, he leaned close, speaking softly in her ear.
After he left, Alex picked up the picture and sat down in the plush office chair for the last time.
She sat again in the uncomfortable chair that had become her alternate bed.
He lowered Dan into a chair outside the doctor's quarters and was about to sit for a breather when the general slapped him on the arm.
She all but dropped into the commo sector chair and issued mayday calls on the emergency net.
She sucked in a breath and moved away, flinching as he pushed over the chair separating them.
Brady pulled a chair beside her.
Elise straddled a chair, and Lana sat across from her.
She looked at him hard for a moment before crossing the room to sit on the chair across from him.
There was an awkward pause, and he saw her reach for a chair with trembling hands.
The only difference was the boards hammered over each of the windows, and the weapons sitting beside Mrs. Watson's rocking chair and stacked on the couch.
The occupant of the large chair in the corner of the living room launched towards her in a flurry of brown and black fur.
Mrs. Watson only offered a small smile, shoved the robe at her, and resumed her seat on the rocking chair.
Tim drew a deep breath and sat in the chair beside hers.
Lana sat back in her chair, imagining a simpler life with her Guardian.
Mrs. Byrne sat on the sofa and Dean took the chair to her left.
He rose from the chair.
Hunter returned with the coffee while he was still talking and pulled over a chair with his toe.
When Byrne came, no one got out of his chair.
Polished shoes, with the socks still in them and a shirt, recovered from the beach, rested on a chair.
The area was nearly empty except for crying gulls, a man running with his dog, and an elderly lady propped up in a half chair reading.
Resigned to the inquisition, he settled down in his chair with two cans of beer and a piece of apple pie, devouring the pie with a combination of guilt and gusto.
The warmth of Collingswood and a soft chair won the argument.
Winston hooked a leg around a chair and sat.
Dean screamed after Vinnie, shrugging off Harrigan and slumping into his chair.
Dean folded his own long pants over the back of a chair, careful not to lose his pocket change.
He bent down and kissed her on the forehead as he pulled up a chair to her desk.
Before Dean finished hanging up his coat, pouring a cup of over-brewed coffee and settling in his chair, Rita Angeltoni dropped a pile of telephone messages on his desk.
He rocked back in his chair, catching his breath and ignoring the smiles and snickers of the others in the room.
He took two aspirins and sank down in his easy chair.
He dragged over a chair with his foot.
After waving a greeting, he dropped his jacket on a chair and made a quick trip to the bathroom.
Winston, still smiling, pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards facing Dean.
He pushed back his chair, stood and glanced down at her, but no appropriate words came to mind.
She was sitting in a chair beside Katie, watching him with rapt attention.
Katie came in behind her and sat in a nearby chair.
Carmen squirmed in her chair.
Mums rocked in her chair and finished counting stitches before she responded.
She groaned as she pushed her large frame from the chair.
She dropped down to the relative safety of a chair and smiled up at him sweetly.
He got the ice water and then sat down in his chair.
She sank into a chair at the table.
He pulled out a chair and straddled it, folding his arms across the back of it.
The idea of sitting her chair beside his brought warmth to her cheeks.
Leaning back in his chair, he watched her, his expression sober.
He leaned back in his chair and watched her, his eyes twinkling with humor.
She grasped his hand and came out of the chair with his assistance.
After he brought everything in, he sat quietly in his chair, reading a newspaper.
When it started to smell good, Alex abandoned his chair and came into the kitchen.
He pushed away from the counter and pulled a chair out at the table.
When she came into the kitchen with a basket of fresh eggs, he jumped up from his chair and turned red.
He winked at her and dropped into his chair.
Leaning back in his chair, he folded the newspaper methodically, still watching her.
He chuckled and leaned back into his chair without answering.
He sat down in his chair without assisting her and picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes.
Carmen poured his coffee and sat down in her chair.
His sober gaze ran over her face as he assisted her with her chair.
They ate in silence and when he finished, he leaned back in his chair sipping his coffee, staring at the table absently.
Alex leaned forward in his chair and slowly set the coffee mug on the table.
He pulled a chair out and sat down, lifting one foot across the other knee.
With a contented sigh, she sat down in the chair he held for her.
Alex put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, studying her.
Finally he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair, studying her.
When Alex came in for his breakfast, he dropped into his chair and took one long look at her.
He was in the living room when she arrived, sitting in his chair reading the newspaper.
She turned on the exhaust fan and grabbed a chair, climbing into it to get high enough to shut the alarm off.
Carmen dropped into a chair, tears welling up in her eyes.
He shut the door and shucked his coat, hanging it on the chair before turning to her with open arms.
She leaned back in the chair, surrounded by a mixture of emotions.
She rocked in the chair, consumed by grief and breath-robbing sobs.
Strong warm arms lifted her gently from the chair and she clung to Alex as he carried her to the window seat.
Alex and Carmen took a chair on either side of her and Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
He pulled his jacket and vest off and carefully laid them over the back of a chair.
He started to rise from his chair.
Alex sighed and sat down in the rocking chair.
Darian flipped a knife in the air then sat down on a chair in the corner.
She sat down on a wobbly chair and wiped her face.
Jenn rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
He pulled a rocking chair from the corner to her bed and sat.
Jonny flung off his coat and boots then sat in a chair in the living area, brooding.
She recognized the huge orange cat seated on the chair across from her.
He jogged down to the study, stopping at the sight of the bassinet beside Sofi's favorite chair.
Hilden rested his head on the back of the chair, eyes closed.
Taran sighed and threw himself into a chair at one end of the table.
Destiny spotted him first and stood on her chair, bouncing up and down with excitement.
He plucked Natalie from her chair and sat down between Katie and Destiny.
Alex came back into the living room and glanced at her before striding to his chair.
He rose from his chair and removed his jacket, carefully folding it and laying it over the back of the recliner.
Carmen offered a chair at their table, but Freda had friends on the other side of the room.
Slipping into his chair, she continued their conversation.
Carmen sank into the chair opposite him.
Alex leaned back in his chair, his gaze roving over her face.
Gerald took a seat closest to Alex and Aaron sat down opposite her, leaving the last chair for Rob.
Carmen placed a cup of coffee in front of Felipa and then settled into a chair opposite her.
Felipa dropped into a chair, her expression dreamy.
There he sat in his chair and picked up the morning paper, dismissing the womenfolk.
As she unfolded a chair, Carmen glanced down the drive.
Carmen shut the door and crossed the room, sitting at the desk and indicating a chair for Sam.
The children were all seated, so he sat in his chair at the table.
When Felipa returned with the children, he was in his chair, reading the paper and Carmen was in the kitchen fixing supper.
She caught him as he started to sit in his chair.
He froze halfway down to the chair and stared at her, his startled gaze roving over her face.
Finally he sank into his chair, a long sigh escaping his lips.
He shifted in his chair, obviously giving his response full consideration.
At the table, when he pushed her chair in, Alex leaned over her and spoke softly.
Senor Medena pulled out the chair and sat down, giving Alex a wary look.
He removed his jacket and laid it carefully over the back of the chair.
Senor Medena sat beside his desk and a heavy Spanish looking man with a mustache sat in Senor Medena's big chair.
He enjoyed coming home and sitting in his chair, relaxing and reading the newspaper while she put supper on the table.
She leaned forward in her chair and fixed her attention on him.
Carmen sank to her chair feeling lightheaded with relief.
She sank into the softness of her leather chair.
She let out a long breath and slumped in her chair.
He lunged out of the chair and fixed her with an incredulous stare.
He dropped into his chair and tapped the pen on his desk.
Finally he leaned back in his chair and sighed.
His chair squeaked as he leaned forward.
He stood and came around the chair to hug her.
A sharp pain brought her out of the chair with a cry of alarm.
Using the broom to push the grass aside, she carefully made her way back to the porch and sank into the chair.
Megan hopped off the chair and pulled it back beside the door.
With a clatter and scrape, the rocking chair turned on its side and skid several feet across the porch.
He glanced at her hand and shifted in his chair uncomfortably.
Mr. O'Hara carefully lowered his frame into the chair beside her.
Denton settled into a chair.
Megan greeted her way through a handful of guests on her route to an empty chair.
But before she reached the chair, a guest discovered and occupied it.
He flung himself down into the oversized chair and lifted his boots onto the ottoman.
His thick shoulders were wider than the back of the chair he sat in.
Jessi went to the kitchen and got herself a mug then returned to the porch and sat down in the chair with its back to the blonde on the beach.
He sat down in his chair and propped his legs up with nonchalance, as if he hadn't performed the impossible and healed her.
Xander dropped his feet from the other chair and hauled her in front of him, then yanked her belt to bring her into his lap.
The counter was stacked with books, and there was a single chair behind the stand for him to sit and sign.
Xander cleared his throat, and the former vamp eased back into his chair, obeying the silent command.
She was texting with one hand and reached for the purse on the chair beside Charles with her other.
Ashley slung her backpack on a chair.
She crossed to the living room and tucked her legs beneath her as she sat across from him in an oversized, worn chair.
Jessi's phone vibrated from its place on the stand beside the chair.
On the strength of these works he offered himself as a candidate for the university chair of jurisprudence, but as he had no personal or family influence was not elected.
To this chair was soon added that of Greek and politics.
In the following year he was appointed successor to the celebrated Perizonius, who had held the chair of history, Greek language and eloquence at Leiden.
He was afterwards appointed professor ordinarius of philosophy at Kiel (1873), and in 1878 he was elected to the philosophical chair at Tubingen.
A breach with pope Julius followed, and at this time Maximilian appears to have entertained, perhaps quite seriously, the idea of seating himself in the chair of St Peter.
He was then appointed to the ordinary chair of mathematics successively at Basel (1863), Tubingen (1865) and Leipzig (1868).
In 1669, when the chair of philosophy at the College Royal fell vacant, one of the four selected candidates had to sustain a thesis against " the pretended new philosophy of Descartes."