Girl Sentence Examples

A little girl said she would write about "Summer."

I didn't see the girl at the pool.

The poor girl is very unhappy.

As a girl, she had wandered the woods with friends.

He did tell the girl he had a ranch in Texas.

The little girl jumped up at once.

A young girl was taken from her bed as she slept.

In fact, a young single girl might be exactly what they needed to inject more interest in the tour – and Felipa was an excellent rider.

No wonder the girl invited his attention.

But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.

The girl yesterday offered no resistance.

But she's a girl now, and the sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world.

The girl was abducted in Georgia.

I'm a big girl.

She said the poor young girl talked and acted exactly like a little child.

We would meet the young girl on Saturday.

You know what a girl likes.

You stay here, girl.

Xander sensed the girl in the room alone.

Great excitement was caused in the summer of 1891 by the report that an English girl, Kate Greenfield, had been forcibly carried away from her mothers house at Tabriz by a Kurd.

It was the voice of a young girl, his cousin, who sang a stanza, saying, "Happy the father, happy the mother, happy the wife of such a son and husband."

He patted the little girl with his white hand and kissed her.

Where's the pretty girl?

Do you think the woman and the girl were people from your past; relatives?

Suddenly, to his great joy he saw little Lucy Martin lean over her desk and whisper to the girl in front of her.

She let her gaze fall significantly on the Indian girl.

And why had he told Chet that she was his girl?

If they succeeded, they'd stick your guy... or girl, in a box in McLean and pump 'em dry.

The girl or the ability to read minds?

Curious to see how the girl was, Deidre walked three doors down and paused.

The young girl rose.

Scarron took a fancy to the friendless girl, and offered either to pay for her admission to a convent, or, though he was deformed and an invalid, to marry her himself.

According to the legend there was once born upon earth a girl named Vishnumaya or Lopamudra, the daughter of Brahma; but her divine father permitted her to be regarded as the child of a mortal, called Kavera-muni.

The prices of slaves in Shira are, a good Habashi girl of twelve to fourteen iso, a good Somal same age, half as much; while a Bombassi is to be got for 14, being chosen merely for physical strength.

Then the two embroidered legs, now so fashionable as Persian embroideries (nalfsh), occupied a girl from childhood to marriage in making; they are all sewing in elaborate patterns of great beauty, worked on muslin in silk.

He said it would work for a girl or a boy.

Look what you've done to the poor girl.

She turned to the young girl.

I made up my mind when I was a young girl.

Another peculiarity, more fatal to him in that aristocratic age than any other, was his fondness for the common people, which was increased by his passion for a pretty Dutch girl, named Dyveke, who became his mistress in 1507 or 1509.

He taught the little girl how to write and gave her advice in reading.

She sometimes guarded her father's flocks, but at her trial in 1431 she strongly resented being referred to as a shepherd girl.

Your father told me you were a spirited girl.

He turned his back to her, facing the girl.

Would you believe he covers up with the excuse that he's saving himself for one special girl?

I dated Amos Croft when I was a girl.

With sandwich in hand she went back on line and located a missing girl.

The man jogged from the house carrying the young girl.

A girl's life is in serious danger.

This is definitely the same guy that killed the Delaware girl we nearly caught.

Howie located a Salt Lake City missing girl of twelve, hidden in the loving care of a distant aunt.

We knew the young girl was in trouble shortly after she left her house, with Howie following closely behind her.

He stayed with them and was shocked when the car left the road, bumping into a secluded copse, frightening the girl.

Oh, and tell him I swear not to look at what other girl's he's been calling... cross my heart, like fun!

The girl remained unconscious as the man drove away.

Julie was a pretty girl, in her mid-twenties, I guessed.

They'll follow up on the girl's story even though you and I know it's bogus.

Another dead end, but at least he spared the girl.

Once in a while, I'm off duty and a call comes to someone else but I think the tipster person maybe knows my hours, 'cause it's rare another girl has to answer.

And delight of delights; there's a pretty young girl in the game!

This was so unlike the girl I'd known for a lifetime.

She is a mother to the beautiful young girl I saw walking the family dog.

She was a sweet girl and I'd truly miss her when she returned to her mother, and presumably her stepfather.

Here's the deal, guys and girl.

Annie was a beautiful young girl who lived in our Santa Barbara neighborhood.

I think my wife, a friend and a young girl are shopping at your mall and I believe they're in danger!

I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.

Now let's try and locate your wife and the little girl.

When she tried to intervene the couple said the girl had just fainted.

As I parked in my barn, the beautiful little girl I've dreamt about began to squirm and awaken.

As strong as the girl was, she was too small to bring Jonny back from the place the Others sent him.

The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.

Uncertain but determined, he strode to the teenage girl and snatched her arm.

With magic or without, he'd won every brawl he'd ever been in, and he definitely wasn't afraid to fight a girl.

That little girl did this?

Everyone on the planet is out to get this girl.

He'd long thought the girl and her father were unusual.

The girl visited the town nearly every weekend, and her father accompanied her once every few weeks.

He followed the Other and the girl.

I see the girl and the Other in your thoughts.

The girl still sleeping?

The thought of him made her feel like a girl in junior high being asked to her first dance.

I definitely need some girl stuff.

A girl in her mid-teens lay still on the hospital bed central to the room.

Unwilling to admit to the bonds let alone talk about them, Deidre focused on the girl.

Deidre wasn't certain what to think at the sight of the girl on the bed.

The girl appeared to be sleeping, her breathing deep and steady.

Deidre frowned, disturbed by the idea of some psycho hurting the girl.

It didn't make sense that nothing could save the girl, or that Darkyn was capable of trying to.

This isn't the right girl.

Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.

Was the girl in pain?

Her eyes fell to the girl.

Deidre crossed to her and touched the girl's forehead.

Deidre twisted the top of the vial open and neared the girl.

Deidre helped him lift the hacking girl into a sitting position.

The girl's opened her mouth to answer.

She met Selyn's confused gaze as the girl looked around the room.

The girl continued to stare at her.

A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.

Harmony stared at her then at the teen girl.

She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.

The girl wondered if he was as frightened as she.

The girl was close enough behind him to smell the dankness of his tangled locks.

The ten-year-old girl had resided at Bird Song with David Dean, his wife Cynthia, and Dean's seventy-seven-year-old stepfather, Fred O'Connor, for the past six months.

According to the brief phone call, the ten-year-old girl's natural mother, another loser like faux foster mother Janet, had been recently discharged to a halfway house after doing hard time in the state's Cañon City facility.

He went to the sink and began attacking the pile of dirty dishes as he pondered how they would tell the young girl her world was about to flip upside down.

Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.

The young girl bowed her head but said nothing.

Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.

The girl understood and began to clear them.

It was a beautiful smile that caused Dean to wonder what life the young girl had left behind.

If I was your real girl, instead of just somebody staying here, would you?

Besides, you're a good girl.

Cynthia was startled by the young girl's unusual tone and immediately regretted not being forthcoming.

After eleven pairs of shoes, two stray dogs who gave up on me, and a girl friend who skipped off with a coal truck driver in West Virginia, here I am.

Martha eventually slipped into a troubled sleep when Cynthia, with Dean by his side, again convinced the child they believed her, and promised to see the young girl's discovery reach daylight.

No one wants to think about the result of their actions nowadays, and no one talks about how this ruins the poor girl's life.

There's a young girl who's been staying with us.

He's got so much going for him—a girl who loves him, a great family, smarts, education, good looks, and you said he's a jock.

There had been no mention of the lack of contact from the girl, but all three were disappointed no call had been received.

We're putting a lot of trust in what a little ten-year-old girl said, aren't we?

He missed the small girl and her shy smile a hundred times a day.

A waif of a girl sat beside him.

Dean wondered if the young man knew the girl's condition.

Martha, the little girl who originally told us about them, described them differently from what Fitzgerald found.

The bones—there's a chance they belonged to a man who may have gotten a high school girl pregnant.

Look, I feel like a fool asking embarrassing questions, especially to someone as kind as you've been, but my wife and I promised a little girl we'd follow up on this.

If your bones belong to someone who impregnated a young girl years ago, why do you care now?

The young girl wanted to know about Fred, Maria, and Mrs. Lincoln and even asked about SB, her newly acquired stuffed owl.

I'm not sure all packaging wouldn't look unfamiliar to a girl her age.

All we were trying to do is respond to a little girl's wishes and find out the identity of the skeleton she found.

And now that poor girl has to give birth to a fatherless baby.

They were also concerned over yesterday's strange call, apparently from a state worker, asking if they'd heard from the girl.

She's the mother of the girl who discovered the bones.

I can't seem to get through to anyone to even talk to the girl.

Fred had told him the young girl lived between divorced parents, always at odds with one or the other.

We're not accusing you of anything, but the girl telephoned here.

How could you let a little girl be alone with a convicted criminal long enough to be kidnapped?

A little girl is missing.

There was no young girl with Patsy Boyd nor did she mention one.

They think Patsy Boyd stashed the kid with a relative or a buddy and the girl's okay.

Cynthia, who'd followed the men to the door, was the first to smother the young girl in hugs and kisses, and an ample dose of tears with the others joining in with equal enthusiasm.

All hints of hesitation left the young girl in the wake of the smother of love that enveloped her.

The Deans knew they couldn't simply keep Martha without reporting her arrival to the Midwest authorities that were searching for the girl as a kidnapping victim, and her mother as a fleeing fugitive.

Dean reminded the voice on the other end of a three-way conversation that mother and girl hardly knew one another.

Maria crushed Martha in her happy embrace, although what she'd perceived of the young girl's absence through the veil of her linguistic limitations was anyone's guess.

Added to the group were various newcomers, ignorant until now of the young girl's recent odyssey.

But then the little girl Martha came forward and changed everything before I had a chance.

This thought, of what the demon lord might do to the poor girl who had suffered enough, was what made Wynn feel guiltiest.

Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.

His eyes went to the girl in the bed.

Her eyes rested on the figure of a girl representing the humans.

It was another part that remained of the girl he fell for last week.

His eyes went back to the girl who had been human just a few days ago.

The puzzled curiosity on the features of Darkyn's mate made Deidre wonder if the girl fully understood what had happened.

A teenage girl with a scarred face framed by short dark hair and tiny fangs marking her as a demoness trailed her.

The girl wore the garb of Hell but appeared uncertain, mirroring Deidre's emotion.

Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.

One of the dealers grabbed the girl and pulled a knife free.

Deidre held no warmth at all for Darkyn, but she could understand that the girl didn't belong in this mess.

Deidre focused on the girl.

The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.

Gods help the girl, she trusted him of all people.

Poor girl probably dove off a cliff.

The girl scrambled up and approached him, eyes on the ground.

Sheathing his dagger, he issued a sharp order to the girl.

Gabriel said nothing, troubled by the idea of either girl being unable to help herself.

They brokered the girl's release.

Alex had loved once before, long time ago, and that girl had betrayed him.

You are a sweet girl, he said.

She's a good girl.

You're clearly terrifying the girl.

The little girl pushed the pages until satisfied, and Deidre didn't have the mental power to tell her it wasn't normal to start mid-book.

The girl in front of her began speaking.

You talk big behind those bars, little girl.

It won't hurt, little girl.

Not so brave anymore, are you, little girl.

Not so tough now, are you, little girl?

Wouldn't go out walking alone after dark if I was you, little girl.

Not so tough anymore, are you, little girl.

The girl is mine.

That girl knows no bounds and can land any man.

Going to the little girl's room.

I want revenge for my daughter.s treatment at Sasha.s hands, and I want the vial or the girl.

It could be a girl.

You will find him and bring the vial or the girl to me, or I will spend eternity tormenting you!

There had to be a way to get the vial and keep the girl.

I want that vial or the girl, Jade.

He turned at her voice and saw the girl shaking with her eyes averted from the mess.

Feeding Sasha information about the only way to break the bond—without telling him the breakage was only temporary— rendered the girl he.d been tracking for weeks vulnerable.

He.d have the girl soon, and he.d create an army unlike any that preceded him.

Darkyn said the girl or the vial.

Rhyn.s gonna flip out when he finds out it.s a girl.

It was the first girl she met, the tall woman with a long face named Talal.

She had already declared her intention of naming the baby Kiera whether it was a boy or girl.

The little girl, hair streaming, offered encouragement while skating backwards, one leg lifted high and beckoning unsuccessfully for Dean to follow.

Miss Worthington said she remembers it from when she was a girl.

Miss Worthington was a girl in the nineteen-forties!

This girl's code, if it is in fact a code, is mostly one continuous line, with hardly any punctuation.

I'm like some poor farm girl, barefoot as the day I was born.

She was a quiet girl who had taken a shine to the Deans.

Dean asked the young girl.

The young girl thought a moment and agreed.

You're a nice girl, Martha.

Dean asked, surprised at the young girl's unusual candor.

Dean was startled by her sharpness, chastising himself for underestimating the young girl.

There was no charge for Fred, though the counter girl, with a wink at Dean, asked for age verification, telling Fred he didn't look a day over sixty.

This girl can find a handhold on a sheet of glass and she's as strong as any man I know.

Our little Annie is a call girl!

I looked through the whole month of January but there was nothing about a girl named Annie dying.

In spite of the reason I still can't help but feel incredibly sorry for the girl.

I love Fran—this girl I'm going to marry.

Most days, only the forgetful owner, this newly hired cleaning girl called Annie and a standoffish tabby are in residence.

She's a sweet little girl.

Imagine being a dance hall girl back then!

I'll be a good little girl and keep it quiet.

Dean gave the girl a hug as she shyly took Franny's outstretched hand.

The young girl hesitated but he took her hand and didn't give her time to decline.

The young girl looked up at Dean.

You're a sweet girl.

The young girl explained Cynthia had just left for Duckett's Market to pick up a few items but Fred was up in his room, working on his computer.

She was like a sorority girl ready to dish with her friends.

You are a very naughty girl.

Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!

When the tube filled, she connected it to the IV in the girl's arm.

She peered down at the girl, so small and so pale.

He stood staring at the girl, grief-stricken.

She wanted to scream, "You have probably killed this poor girl and you don't even know her name?"

They sat, waiting for the girl to show signs of life.

Halfway through the third bag, the girl let out a soft moan.

When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.

As they sat on the sofa, he thought of the girl lying here just hours before, clinging to life because of him.

Jackson gave him an appreciative glance and said, "My little girl is growing up."

Oh girl, isn't the vamp sex the best?

You understand, I need to know as much as possible about the guy who finally landed my girl here.

You sure know how to impress a girl.

He regained his composure, leveled his eyes on the girl and said, "You can go now."

Take good care of my little girl.

He leaned back in his chair, the letter forgotten as he studied the girl in the picture.

A girl that young didn't usually have much common sense.

The girl had been poor, beautiful and with the voice of a dove.

The only thing she had in common with that girl was the fact that they were both poor.

What kind of girl do you think I am?

But did he kiss every girl that way?

You were one very sick girl.

Even when I was a little girl.

He must have loved her deeply - that girl who had walked all over his heart.

The girl who jil... left you.

Some love struck girl is likely to take you up on it.

I was intrigued by the girl Katie kept telling me about.

Stay away from my girl.

Have you got a number stamped on every girl in the county?

She's a beautiful, sweet, innocent girl.

Brady wondered, not for the first time, what Tim's relationship was to the girl.

You're a good girl.

Stay a good girl, he said, softening.

Lana's the little girl who got shot, right?

You remember the girl who got us access to the hospital?

You're a smart girl.

By the time Lana caught up, he'd had been lured into one of the buildings by a little girl with a handful of uncooked rice.

Jack was obediently following the girl in yellow that fed him rice.

He and his team are looking for this little girl, Charlie said, holding up his micro.

They're looking for the girl you took over earlier.

I'll count to three, girl.

The real Gabriel had been the one to tell her that the child she carried was a girl.   "I guess we have to wait and see," she forced herself to say and added silently, I hope you're safe, Gabriel, wherever you are.

We're still working with Hannah.  She's in denial about everything.  I almost pity the girl.

You won't fight me, pretty girl.

They looked much younger, so it must have been taken years ago and some pictures of a boy and a girl.

There is another bed here for another girl.

Ridner and this girl skipped school and tried to find some­where, you know, to get together.

As Dean began to search the cards, a teenaged boy entered with a girl no more than 16 or 17 hanging on his arm.

The boy asked for a room and paid for it in cash, getting the last two dollars from the girl.

The girl giggled, clinging tighter to his arm.

It wasn't that they didn't do the same stuff when Dean was young, but at least back then the girl stayed in the car.

The only exception to the lonely customers was a young fam­ily of four, husband, wife, girl about nine and boy about six.

The girl too, smiled and nodded.

I saw Jeff having lunch with this girl just a few weeks ago.

Dean explained about his visit from Byrne's fellow employee and the young man's story about the possible girl friend.

It's most likely the girl from his office, Cece what's-her-name.

She was a pretty girl, but not in a way that would attract much attention.

Normally Dean wouldn't have considered for a minute betray­ing a confidence, but somehow he felt this young girl deserved to know.

He was beginning to like this girl who had hurt written all over her.

Yet try as he may, he didn't know the names of the three little kids next door, who'd come trick-or-treating for a half dozen years, sold Girl Scout cookies and always smiled—and they knew his name.

Then she added, I was pleased by the comments of that girl Cece Baldwin—how Jeff went out of his way to help her.

You're the only man besides my husband and maybe some doctors who's ever seen me naked—at least since I was a little girl!

He didn't want to marry a little girl.

In fact, he never liked Josh too well - but what man does like a boy who is going to take his little girl away?

Or maybe he knew his little girl wasn't really in love with Josh.

Gradually, the parents came in and picked up their babies until she was left with an 8-week-old little girl.

I was just a girl then.

I guess it must have been disappointing to him that I turned out to be a girl.

Who is the girl this time?

I saw him with a little blond girl at lunch yesterday.

Who was the girl?

She was a homeless girl – kind of put me in mind of you.

Was he the one who told you about the girl?

Her gaze fell on a little blond-headed girl, her pigtails dancing with each step.

Still, the little girl inside wanted to believe the magic room had weaved its spell once again.

Years ago he had been jilted at the altar by a girl he thought he loved.

The imagination of a lonely girl reaching out for someone — something.

She had even been guilty of rubbing the DNA test in his face — solid proof that the baby girl was his.

When the baby girl was finally born, Lori shocked them all.

I wanted to give it to you, in case I … Jenn's throat grew tight as she looked at her little girl.

Her whole body hurt at the idea of leaving the little girl.

A crack split the street, swallowing her father-in-law and her little girl.

This girl deserves better than to be tossed aside like yesterday's trash.

You know, girl, not every vamp wants to be human.

Dusty, can you trace the girl's GPS tag?

The girl sucked in fast breaths and lay still.

He passed the girl in his arms off to Jule, fury rising.

The girl didn't respond, but he knew she wouldn't disobey his command, as much as she might Jessi's.

You really want this girl?

In order to prevent youthful unchastity, marriages are contracted between children of eight years old, the girl being brought home to live with the lad at his parents' home till a child is born, when a separate dwelling is provided for the youthful couple.

He was maire of the village, tutor to Aurore's halfbrother, and, in addition to his other duties, undertook the education of the girl.

No one has better understood or more skilfully portrayed the artistic temperament - the musician, the actor, the poet - and no French writer before her had so divined and laid bare the heart of a girl.

He was accompanied throughout his journey by his mistress, the Finnish girl Afrosina.

He has alluded to a childish fancy for a young girl with a slight obliquity of vision; but he only mentions it 1 Ouvres, x.

Though entered as a student at Trinity College, Dublin, Tone gave little attention to study, his inclination being for a military career; but after eloping with Matilda Witherington, a girl of sixteen, he took his degree in 1786, and read law in London at the Middle Temple and afterwards in Dublin, being called to the Irish bar in 1789.