Felt Sentence Examples

I didn't know you felt that way.

The mattress felt so good.

He felt sick to his stomach again.

He felt sad and depressed.

It was how she felt about Alex.

Her mouth felt dry and her voice was barely a whisper.

Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.

She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.

My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.

His mother smiled, for she felt quite sure that there was no danger.

The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.

The merchant felt sure that the fishermen were having a good haul.

I felt the hot breath from the engine on my face, and the smoke and ashes almost choked us.

I felt tears on my hand.

But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.

In fact, what she felt was pity.

Tonight it felt comfortable.

She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.

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.

I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.

After the play Miss Sullivan took me to see him behind the scenes, and I felt of his curious garb and his flowing hair and beard.

I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.

Carmen felt her face growing warm.

Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning."

I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.

Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.

Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?

It was great news and she should have felt relieved.

For a moment he looked as startled as she felt.

The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.

They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.

I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen.

She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.

What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.

But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.

Maybe he felt that way too.

Somehow it actually felt good.

Her cheeks felt warm.

As my knowledge of things grew I felt more and more the delight of the world I was in.

I felt absolutely alone, cut off from my friends and the firm earth.

I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.

I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.

Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.

She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.

He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.

This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.

Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.

On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?

It felt strange to have only the two of them at the table.

Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.

At the moment, it felt more domestic than romantic.

In spite of the continual struggle for custody, he had felt more welcome at the Medena home than he had with his step-father's family.

He offered no further information and she felt uncomfortable about asking.

Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.

She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck.

Whatever the reason, it felt good to have options he didn't know about.

Finally she felt comfortable about her wages.

Surely she must feel bitter about that fact, and yet neither her voice nor her expression gave any indication that she felt animosity.

Running felt so good.

He helped her up and she tried to stand, but her legs felt like rubber.

Her face felt hot and cold by turns.

Her face felt hot again.

By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.

He yelled, and I felt the knife cut deeper.

I felt a need to respond but wasn't sure what to say.

She didn't complain, but he felt her disappointment.

For the second time in as many days, he almost felt bad.

He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.

He felt panic bubble within him as he looked around.

He felt the loss already, a pain similar to the loss of his sister so many years ago.

He felt completely depleted of his power, the sense of being fully human again returning.

Damn that felt good!

For the first time in thousands of years, he remembered what real pain felt like.

Everyone within a hundred miles felt what you did.

What was your first thought when you felt the power surge?

While only three feet apart, the space felt immeasurable.

He felt her turmoil through their bond and ached to ease her pain.

For the first time in her life, she felt her magic was a gift and not a curse.

In fact, she felt no pain at all, anywhere.

He felt fear again, an emotion he hated.

While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.

He rubbed his face, his fingers slowing as he felt his scars.

As she stared out at the deserts of Hell, she figured out what she felt.

He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.

Dean felt another pang of conscience.

It felt much like dread.

Gabriel nodded and felt himself relax.

Gabriel felt a pang of guilt.

Though he had visited Rhyn regularly, Gabriel never was able to fully forgive himself for what felt like a betrayal of the only friend he had.

This made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.

Child as I was, I at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared Dr. Bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.

I felt approaching footsteps, I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother.

I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.

I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.

I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.

Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.

I felt my way to the end of the garden, knowing that the mimosa tree was near the fence, at the turn of the path.

The beautiful truth burst upon my mind--I felt that there were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.

When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.

I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.

He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.

Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.

He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.

It was exactly how she felt.

For a moment she felt the dull aching pain of being utterly alone.

Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.

She felt dizzy from breathing off the top of her lungs.

It felt good to be off her feet, even if only momentarily and in such a manner.

Better would be a long time coming, but she felt more in control of her emotions.

For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.

By that time the Giddon family would have felt the need to feed her two more times.

Lisa's face felt hot.

Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.

Again she felt an urge to explore the hills... especially that path.

She looked as surprised as Lisa felt.

She felt an unwelcome rush of excitement and reached to push his hand from her hair.

She felt his breath on the back of her neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around her waist.

She felt the attention before she actually saw it.

Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.

Maybe that was the attraction she felt for people like Yancey and Allen.

Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak.

Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.

Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?

She felt sick to her stomach.

After a warm shower, she felt better.

She looked and felt cool, and only part of the bruising was visible.

Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.

I should have known how you felt about him.

The doorbell rang and she felt a rush of panic when she heard Sarah answer the door.

The idea that Brandon felt relieved wasn't all that flattering - or comforting, for that matter.

Whatever the reason, she felt compelled to answer flippantly.

The old house groaned with each gust of wind, but it felt like a happy house.

What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.

She felt responsible for the fact that Brandon didn't have that last day with his father.

Now, here with her, he had finally felt comfortable enough to release his emotions.

Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.

She felt deceitful pumping Mrs. Marsh for information about Brandon's plans, but it was the perfect opportunity.

About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.

Hopefully her voice sounded more composed than she felt.

Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.

She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.

It felt cool and she glanced up at him in surprise.

Pete was conservative with his praise, so she felt honored.

How could men possibly have a greater desire or need than she had just felt?

Was it so different from the way her father had felt?

Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.

Instead of shifting with each step, the ground felt solid.

Her whispered calls for Bordeaux received no response so she felt around in the darkness.

The muscles in her legs felt numb.

Cautiously her fingers felt the ground around her and touched the cold steel barrel.

The water felt delightful.

Cassie felt the warmth of the sun as her cloud descended to the ranch.

She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.

If you felt that way, why did you keep making the trips?

I told you how I felt about my father.

And I think you felt something as well.

He never wore a coat and she wondered if he even felt the cold west Texas wind.

Actually, her legs felt like stumps and her groin muscles were knotted with pain.

I actually felt a little sorry for her.

So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.

And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.

Nothing looked good and she felt feverish.

He felt her forehead and rubbed her back.

She felt safe and secure.

Cade who felt no desire for a woman?

It was the first time she saw him break down and indulge in a heart felt smile.

Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.

If she had felt the least bit threatened, it would have been easy enough to jump out of the truck.

But in spite of his aggressive behavior, she felt safe with him.

I felt sick to my stomach.

If you'd only said something - told me how you felt.

Even the way you felt about that attic.

I knew, because I felt the same way.

He was a man who said little, but felt a lot.

I felt a shudder remembering the night before.

I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.

The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.

None of us felt the excitement of the afternoon.

One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.

I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.

I'm sure Betsy felt the same.

At the time, we felt so infallible in our rightness we grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns exposing ourselves to a wealth of trouble.

He felt the mother's demeanor suggested she was preparing a bogus story.

I was pleased with the overall response and I think we collectively felt a modicum of relief.

We considered letting nature take its course but we felt guilty in prolonging the family's agony.

Howie wouldn't discuss the matter but we could only guess how he felt.

If successful, I was appointed to request what I felt was needed.

We felt we had enough.

I felt it back in Delaware; I really did!

Both felt we should keep our hands off the matter.

However, with Howie's credibility questioned, I felt we were compelled to revisit the issue.

If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.

Howie's record was thirty-four minutes but he felt he could extend this if needed.

Brennan felt Merrill Cooms idea had merit.

I felt like Claire Elizabeth must have felt when the doctor cut her cord.

The radio bit was some weeks earlier and he felt the hub-bub had blown over.

I knew this conversation deserved more thought on my part but it felt good taking some action, even if it might prove misguided.

I at least felt empowered to continue.

Much the case with Howie and Julie, I felt the personal lives of our group deserved their own space to address their own problems.

I felt I could trust Brennan's good judgment.

I felt I owed it to Howie to at least hear her out.

While I wanted to wake Betsy and explain the situation I felt following Julie's directive might free her to be more forthcoming.

He got up the courage and asked me out but when I begged off he acted so devastated I felt like a heel.

I knew I would be suborning a lie and allowing a relationship I felt strongly was tenuous at best to move forward into a life commitment.

I felt if Quinn learned that fact he would want to scrub the entire operation.

While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.

After a stroll up town for coffee and a doughnut, I felt it was late enough to try Quinn in California.

Now that Molly had confessed more knowledge than any of us suspected, I felt obligated to tell Martha the full story before she learned it from overheard conversation or from Molly directly.

I felt like a POW giving up military secrets.

I didn't know, but it bothered me immeasurably. qqq I'm sure we all felt we were on some ludicrous death watch with Mrs. Abbott holding our future hostage with her tenuous cling to life.

I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.

I felt a sharp sting as the blade cut.

Never in my twenty-nine years of white bread life had I encountered anything remotely similar to the fear I felt as that knife pressed in me.

Darkness engulfed me as I felt his foot kick my side repeatedly.

As I tried to rise to my knees I was grabbed from behind and once again, I felt a knife at my throat!

My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.

Her tears felt good.

I felt my way to the back of the house and realized I couldn't see the end of my nose.

I felt I'd cut ties with a close relative.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt Quinn, Martha and baby Claire might be gone.

I truly felt I'd hear from Martha again.

Knowing Howie, I felt certain he loved her enough to forgive her.

I felt reasonably human though laughing remained a no-no and the pills were necessary desert.

When he bragged, you felt like he was holding back, not exaggerating.

I felt compelled to follow but I wanted to hear more.

Nervously, I dialed her cell and felt a flood of relief when she picked up.

While I detested closing our nine month incredible relationship on so sour a note, I felt the decision was his.

I tried to demonstrate the panic I felt.

I can't describe how helpless I felt.

He looked as bad as I felt.

I felt like a zombie, being led around aimlessly.

What's more, I felt if I had said I was the tipster, there was no reason for him to keep me alive.

I felt he was ready to quit and panic replaced my frustration.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my back pocket!

I felt panic when I noticed our kerosene lamp, our only light, was but half full of fluid.

She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.

An hour of sleep was the longest he'd managed in over a week, and he felt more tired than when he lay down.

Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt as uneasy as his spy chief.

While she could heal, she still felt pain.

She tested her body, dismayed when her limbs felt too heavy to lift.

The thick Miami heat had never felt so good!

She felt the poison in Talon's blood, but whatever poison ran in the devil's body was inseparable from him.

Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.

He'd messed around with Jenn only a few hours earlier and already felt the need to unwind again.

Her hair was damp at the roots but her long curls as bouncy and cheerful as she felt fatigued.

She felt his body heat from the short distance between them and recognized his scent from the sheets.

She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.

Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy.

Dusty felt the slow change in the air around him and tensed.

Her beautiful eyes no longer sparkled, and he was surprised to find he felt the absence of her warmth and liveliness.

She felt the sudden urge to join Sunny under the bed.

Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.

Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.

He felt the rise and fall of each breath and was inches from the slightly parted full lips just begging for a kiss.

He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.

I'm so sorry, but with my gift, I felt you had some sort of pain, maybe you lost someone once, long ago?

I felt it in Jonny when our father-- " "No."

She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.

It managed to calm the sense of urgency he always felt.

For the first time in his life, he felt like running away from something.

He already felt the loss of her calm energy, but he had no idea what to do about it.

She felt ill the moment the words left her mouth.

She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.

The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.

She withdrew, and he felt the loss of her presence like the sun going behind a cloud.

She didn't doubt it and felt somewhat satisfied her brother at least knew there would be consequences to any stupidity.

She felt wired, her emotions in turmoil.

Talon appeared as baffled as Bianca felt.

Dusty felt cold inside.

Dusty's jaw clenched until he felt the muscles tick.

He felt fury at the mention of Darian's name mixed with resignation.

Darian felt like he was walking through a dream.

He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.

He felt compelled towards them, as if whatever it was he was supposed to do had to be done with one in front of him.

They'd been there what felt like a day, and yet the sun was in the same position as when they'd been thrown into the world.

If she didn't know better, she'd say whatever the poison was, it felt like what lingered in Jonny's body.

She felt another drain as he took another swig of her power, and coldness, then silence.

He'd stopped draining her healing power, and she felt a change in his body.

She felt Jonny's intent gaze on her as he knelt.

Kinda felt like our power short-circuited.

His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.

Jule felt the creature's presence disappear and dwelled on the odd arrangement.

She'd always felt comfortable around him.

Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.

Again he felt more was going on than the damn Watcher let on.

She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.

She couldn't describe the sense any other way, just like she couldn't determine why she still felt the connection to his soul.

She still felt him.

She still felt the man named Jule, and he was here.

She walked the length of the wing and felt the feeling fade a little.

She felt the truth in his words, perhaps because their souls had touched when they first met the day before.

Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.

His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.

She'd felt safe with him, a sense she found only alone in her room.

She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.

Yet, he felt her death was not the answer.

He'd never heard of anything like this happening, but he felt her within the house.

At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.

She felt he was weakening with the same strange sense that told her where he was.

He focused on it, trying to recall why he felt he should recognize the vamp.

She didn't know what he was, only that the ebb and flow of magic and energy between them felt … natural.

She tried to regain her composure, unable to compare the brief experience with Jule to anything else she'd ever felt.

She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.

There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.

His piercing gaze went to her, and she felt compelled to answer him.

She felt even colder.

She suddenly felt more alone than ever and rubbed her stinging cheek.

She shook her head, recalling what she'd felt when she touched Jule.

Instead, she felt a tingle in her thoughts and nothing else.

His gaze was hard, and she felt him flex his power again.

I touched her so she could show me where you were, and I felt what she can do, Darian said.

Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.

Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.

The closer she got, the stronger she felt him.

The first thing she felt was the bond to Jule, who was in the next room.

Without touching him, she still felt the ebb and flow of energy.

Their bond felt permanent, and she had no idea what to do about it.

She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.