He's living his dream.
We're living in the 21st century, Mary.
You're living under the same roof.
It's inevitable that two people living in the same house are going to be at odds sometimes, but from now on I'll never feel completely safe.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
I've been living in the same apartment with you for two years.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
What's the point of living to a ripe old age if you can't enjoy yourself?
While Betsy and I shared one bedroom and the LeBlanc's the other, Howie was stuck on the living room sofa.
I love all living things,--I suppose everyone does; but of course I cannot have a menagerie.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
You always liked living on the edge, but you've never been so impulsive.
I feel like I just started living again.
It was a small island, and there was no one living on it.
Now, if I was trying to hide my identity, the last thing I would want her to do would be to file a police report while she was living under my roof.
She found him in the living room reading the newspaper.
We were cowboy and Indian kids, living in an imagination paradise of rocks and trees and dirt, with her leading the way.
Living in that house and using the pool would be like a summer vacation, not a job.
You told me you were tired of trying to scratch out a living from this ranch.
"Yes, dear," her mistress replied; "there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them.
GNP and "standard of living" measurements don't capture this.
There one does not meet the great and the wise face to face; one does not even feel their living touch.
It seemed as if it were some living thing rushing on to some terrible fate.
The four of us gathered in the Le Blanc living room as soon as greetings were exchanged.
And your old parents, are they still living? he asked.
Very kind and loving was St. Francis--kind and loving not only to men but to all living things.
We asked if there was anyone around who might still be living who would remember that far back.
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
We traipsed up the stairs to the living room, a parade of zombies, each as stunned and speechless as the others.
The idea of having to "earn a living" will be completely foreign to us.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
Don't I know that at the rate we are living our means won't last long?
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
Are you living with your mother?
Yes, our body is just a machine for living, that is all.
She crunched through the snow back to the house and removed her coat and boots before entering the living room.
I earn my living by it.
He gets his living by barking trees.
He listened, refraining from a reply, and involuntarily wondered how this old man, living alone in the country for so many years, could know and discuss so minutely and acutely all the recent European military and political events.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
He realized that it was the real living Natasha, and he was not surprised but quietly happy.
She dropped to her pillow, wondering if she was the only one who thought their exchange across the living room ended the quarrel.
I enjoy having a play described to me while it is being acted on the stage far more than reading it, because then it seems as if I were living in the midst of stirring events.
I also knew Mr. Charles Dudley Warner, the most delightful of story-tellers and the most beloved friend, whose sympathy was so broad that it may be truly said of him, he loved all living things and his neighbour as himself.
Let the dead past bury its dead, Act, act in the living present, Heart within and God overhead.
I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten to-day, that I might go a-fishing.
Denisov and Rostov were living in an earth hut, dug out for them by the soldiers and roofed with branches and turf.
The old man was living as a convict, submitting as he should and doing no wrong.
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
A problem arises because of the strong correlation between standard of living and energy consumption.
Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport.
All the attractions of a house were concentrated in one room; it was kitchen, chamber, parlor, and keeping-room; and whatever satisfaction parent or child, master or servant, derive from living in a house, I enjoyed it all.
But the wind slides eastward over its opaque surface in vain, till it reaches the living surface beyond.
Of course, living in an apartment with three girls couldn't be easy.
A living dog is better than a dead lion.
We may not choose to—we may choose eating cheesecake and bacon over living an estimated extra 2.4 months longer.
Any of our infrequent visitors or friends asking about the operation quickly developed a bleary look when we tried to explain what we did for a living.
The bedroom in the cottage was chilly with the door to the living room closed.
Dusty slammed the door behind him and entered the living room, his sharp gaze taking in every dark corner before he sat.
Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was only living this life temporarily; but then he was shocked by the thought of how many, like himself, had entered that life and that club temporarily, with all their teeth and hair, and had only left it when not a single tooth or hair remained.
In 1811 there was living in Moscow a French doctor--Metivier--who had rapidly become the fashion.
As there was not a single town or large village in the vicinity of the camp, the immense number of generals and courtiers accompanying the army were living in the best houses of the villages on both sides of the river, over a radius of six miles.
Just at the time Prince Andrew was living unoccupied at Drissa, Shishkov, the Secretary of State and one of the chief representatives of this party, wrote a letter to the Emperor which Arakcheev and Balashev agreed to sign.
He couldn't understand why she would say that when she'd been living in his house so long.
It has living quarters at the back.
Cynthia spotted him as he crossed the living room and started down the hall, his boot heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor.
As soon as Howie emerged from the basement we all hurried into the living room and stood around, expectantly.
Once we were sated and gathered in the living room Betsy began work on her computer.
The famous political preacher, Henry Sacheverell, held the living early in the 18th century.
The occurrence in the Santa Cruz beds of Patagonia of fossil marsupials allied to the living Caenolestes has been mentioned above.
xix, 21 seq., 46; probably after Hieronymus of Cardia, who was living about 316).
Analysts declared each successive generation might be "the first to have a lower standard of living than their parents."
Today, there are modern-day Da Vincis living in parts of the world where just surviving is a full-time occupation, powerless to develop the gifts they could offer the wider world.
If every job that could be done by a machine was done by a machine tomorrow, the standard of living of virtually everyone on the planet would rise.
Before recorded music, the best musicians made a good living but weren't extremely wealthy.
In a world without abundance, socialism removes the one reliable creator of abundance—the individual profit motive—and that results in a lower standard of living for everyone.
By comparison, if a country has 99 percent of the people working in agriculture—if it is barely feeding itself, even with everyone working at that—then it is living at a subsistence level, the very definition of poverty.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
From our standpoint, the plant wastes all the rest of its energy on riotous living: growing roots and leaves, soaking up water, separating carbon molecules from oxygen ones.
The access to information that mobile phones are bringing virtually everywhere on the planet is helping people raise their standard of living and will do so even more dramatically in the years to come.
If you knew someone who was a good business partner, was fun to hang out with, but let one of his children starve to death so that he could enjoy a higher standard of living, what would be your opinion of this person?
As the world grows richer, people will care more about how their food is made, how the animals are treated, whether the laborer who picked the food is paid a living wage.
We have not only outlawed cruelty to animals, but increasingly, people care about the living conditions of even the animals they eat.
That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
The tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought, and the shells and pebbles and the seaweed with tiny living creatures attached to it never lost their fascination for me.
You must tell Mr. Howells when you see him, that we are living in his house....
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine; and moreover, it is given me to rouse and guide this bright intelligence.
Even then it looked more like a mechanical toy than a living creature.
There isn't a living soul in this part of the world to whom I can go for advice in this, or indeed, in any other educational difficulty.
She is very fond of all the living things at home, and she will not have them unkindly treated.
I said, "No; because, if there were no death, our world would soon be so crowded with living creatures that it would be impossible for any of them to live comfortably."
She had been living in a world she could not realize.
It seems very strange to me that there should be this difference of opinion; I cannot understand how any one interested in our education can fail to appreciate the satisfaction we feel in being able to express our thoughts in living words.
It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow, unless he sweats easier than I do.
To co-operate in the highest as well as the lowest sense, means to get our living together.
If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui.
I thought of living there before I went to Walden.
It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will.
The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.
This was Dolokhov, an officer of the Semenov regiment, a notorious gambler and duelist, who was living with Anatole.
Are there no women living unmarried, and even the happier for it?
Anna Mikhaylovna, though her circumstances had improved, was still living with the Rostovs.
He did not find Prince Andrew in Olmutz that day, but the appearance of the town where the headquarters and the diplomatic corps were stationed and the two Emperors were living with their suites, households, and courts only strengthened his desire to belong to that higher world.
Pierre recalled how Helene had smilingly expressed disapproval of Dolokhov's living at their house, and how cynically Dolokhov had praised his wife's beauty to him and from that time till they came to Moscow had not left them for a day.
When he had become a little quieter, he explained to Rostov that he was living with his mother, who, if she saw him dying, would not survive it.
She prayed for her brother as living and was always awaiting news of his return.
Without changing his careless attitude, Pierre looked at them over his spectacles unable to understand what they wanted or how they could go on living without having solved the problems that so absorbed him.
She is living in Moscow and you are here.
You lived for yourself and say you nearly ruined your life and only found happiness when you began living for others.
"But what do you mean by living only for yourself?" asked Pierre, growing excited.
Despite this destitution, the soldiers and officers went on living just as usual.
Denisov, who was living luxuriously because the soldiers of his squadron liked him, had also a board in the roof at the farther end, with a piece of (broken but mended) glass in it for a window.
In 1809 Count Ilya Rostov was living at Otradnoe just as he had done in former years, that is, entertaining almost the whole province with hunts, theatricals, dinners, and music.
To Bolkonski so many people appeared contemptible and insignificant creatures, and he so longed to find in someone the living ideal of that perfection toward which he strove, that he readily believed that in Speranski he had found this ideal of a perfectly rational and virtuous man.
I am again living with my wife.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
The house, with its bare, unplastered log walls, was not overclean--it did not seem that those living in it aimed at keeping it spotless--but neither was it noticeably neglected.
It hurt her to think that while she lived only in the thought of him, he was living a real life, seeing new places and new people that interested him.
Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine--not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.
Now in 1812, to anyone living in close touch with these people it was apparent that these undercurrents were acting strongly and nearing an eruption.
Only the eldest princess, the one with the stony face and long waist, was still living in Pierre's house.
This city was evidently living with the full force of its own life.
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
"Well, my dear fellow, I was still living at home," he began.
And his cold, stern look replied: "Because you are alive and thinking of the living, while I..."
"He wrote here that he took a great liking to you," he went on simply and calmly, evidently unable to understand all the complex significance his words had for living people.
She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of slime that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which taking root would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed.
Natasha and Pierre were living in Petersburg at the time and had no clear idea of Nicholas' circumstances.
At that table were his mother, his mother's old lady companion Belova, his wife, their three children with their governess and tutor, his wife's nephew with his tutor, Sonya, Denisov, Natasha, her three children, their governess, and old Michael Ivanovich, the late prince's architect, who was living on in retirement at Bald Hills.
But until death came she had to go on living, that is, to use her vital forces.
A man is only conscious of himself as a living being by the fact that he wills, that is, is conscious of his volition.
Howie and I waited turns in the living room.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
On one side of the living room a door opened into a large dining area.
The babies in the photo were living beings.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
The topic on Sesame Street was professions, which was the perfect opportunity for Lisa to ask her what Giddon did to earn a living.
Can't you simply ask his mother what he does for a living?
Yancey was down the trail to whatever he did for a living.
What do they do for a living?
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
I, for one, would like to find a secure place in a medium size town, with all of us living nearby.
"I like this life," Martha protested, gazing around her living room.
Mildred O'Malley, his wife was not listed as living in Massachusetts and the name was too common for Betsy to look in all the states.
She is living in Idaho.
"Molly is asleep so we have to be quiet," she said as she led me into the living room."
Molly was seated in our living room, reading a book when I arrived.
The lights were on in the LeBlanc living room as I pulled into the drive.
So when Betsy arrived ten minutes later, there was room for sleeping without utilizing the living room sofa.
My name is Ben Gustefson and I'm living in Keene, New Hampshire with my wife Betsy.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
I assumed his bedroom lay beyond the large living room that dominated the front of the house.
I remembered passing a hall phone just off the living room.
She moved past me to the living room with a plate of muffins and coffee.
She was living in or near Santa Barbara.
There was no way I was going to brief Howie on all that had happened, how his living room is covered in blood and his house has been ransacked; not in his present state of mind.
There is a fireplace in the living room, with a cozy rocker next to it.
I picked up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen before sinking into my easy chair in the living room.
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
"I guess we owe it to Howie and Julie to hear what they have to say," I said as we settled in the living room.
"Sit your ass down," he said and nodded his head behind him towards the living room.
What do you do for a living?
Do you like living in Miami?
What exactly do you do for a living?
She, on the other hand, was living a Stephen King novel in the clutches of a mass murderer.
She shooed Sunny away from her half-eaten pancakes and paced the living room until light faded completely from the horizon.
Someone knocked at the door before she could turn on more than the living room lights.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
She flushed and looked him over, then took a step back in to the living room.
"Do you have any extra blankets?" she called from the living room.
She put a heaping plate in the oven and returned to the living room with cookies and milk for Darian.
Her smile widened, and she walked away into the living room.
He Traveled with her to the large living room of Speck's farmhouse.
The mad scientist is right-- we can't let anything living out of this town.
They were in someone's living room.
Looking around, she realized why the tiny living room was so familiar.
A few minutes later, she sat in the living room, granola bar clenched between her teeth while she tied her shoes.
When she opened her eyes, she was distraught to see the cozy living room of her father's apartment.
I hope whatever you traded for your freedom was worth living like this, if you call this living.
She wanted more … She shook her head and took a wet washcloth into the living room.
Jule's gaze dropped to the blanket-covered body laid carefully on the living room floor.
I'm sick of living underground anyway.
She didn't think she was capable of such an emotion after living in fear for so long.
Several of the beefy men living in the house were in the grassy, well-lit courtyard, sparring with swords, knives, and other weaponry that looked like it came straight out of the Middle Ages.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room.
They appeared in the quiet living room, turning at the startled gasp.
I'll make his life a living hell if so.
I've been living in the bachelor pad with the guys for three months now.
Sofia followed the sound of her voice to the living room.
She felt Ving's gaze on her as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.
Grande and Lon awaited them in the living room, and they rose as she approached.
I manage the destinies of billions of the living.
She started to shake, unable to bear the idea of more children dying or living with the creature behind it.
The pile of mail she left on her desk was still there, the living room neat and quiet.
Nothing in the living room was hers.
Deidre rose and crossed her arms, walking ahead of him into the living area.
No sounds came from the living area.
She stood, terrified of what she'd find when she went to the living room.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
Paulette Dawkins was a short but massive chunk of good living who didn't know how to dress.
Here was this guy who married my mother; then she died, and I'm living with him—all in a couple of weeks.
Dean, sensing she wished to be alone, returned to the living room.
Are you living with her?
"I'm living my dream," she said, making him feel even more like shit.
Fred O'Connor was in the living room, hosting three of the four Dawkins, with Ginger missing, when the Deans returned to their bed and breakfast.
Four demons lay dead in the living room of his house, while the Immortal had dragged himself into the garage.
No deity or Immortal or living human ever welcomed or accepted Death, but the souls always had.
Careful not to let the heels of his boots make noise in the hallway, he headed for the living room.
He checked the front door to make sure it was locked and then quietly walked through the living room.
They were living off money from the clinic.
Alex was talking to someone in the living room as she led Destiny down the hallway.
When they entered the living room, Lori's full attention riveted on Destiny.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex enter the living room with a cup of coffee in one hand.
She had left the paint and equipment in the living room, so it wouldn't take long to set up.
Tucking some tissues into her purse, she joined Bill and Katie in the living room.
Destiny no longer mentioned Alex, and even Jonathan seemed resigned to living without him.
But, we've been married so long and I didn't even know he had a living father.
The issue came to a head one day when he was standing in the living room signing with Jonathan.
Grabbing the bra and panties, she went to the living room and threw them into the fireplace.
In fact, the entire design of the living area was more open and roomy than the new log home where they now lived.
Untangling her arms, he stepped into the hall and looked into the living room where Jonathan was watching a movie.
Memory returned when she was dusting in the living room.
He stood and walked into the living room.
Considering how she was living when he met her, he could believe it... only she wasn't happy when he first met her.
Gabe had never heard of Logan Myers and didn't know what connection he might have, considering he had no living relatives or friends, aside from Rhyn and Katie.
"I'm going to guess you kill people for a living," she said, eyes on what was definitely a line of small throwing knives and was that a sword lining the thigh on the far side?
You have to make a choice that day: to continue living or to start mourning, she started angrily.
Logan was in the living room.
Jared motioned to the living room.
She didn't offer up a living Immortal.
He ran his tongue over his pointed teeth and stood in the center of her living room, pensive and hungry.
"No bodies, no blood," she observed of the living room.
The world of the living tires of the dying.
Living for three years after a diagnosis of dying in a month weird?
Accustomed to the thought of dying, she viewed the option of living as …weird.
Gazing at the muscular man who freely admitted to killing for a living, Deidre couldn't help thinking she never wanted to see something he couldn't handle.
If I'm stuck in the land of the living, I'm going to live a normal life.
Deidre emerged into the living room and turned around once completely, not expecting the views of the city from the bank of windows along one wall.
How was that possible, when she recalled living a full life in Indiana before moving to Atlanta?
"Just when I think things can't get weirder …" Gabriel crossed to the living area without sitting.
Deidre looked at him hard for a moment then shook her head and gripped her wine, padding into the living area.
You don't want to die, but the idea of living terrifies you as well.
"I don't have much of a choice, if I want to give living a go," she said.
She released his hand as they walked into the living room.
"This will not provide much comfort, but Darkyn was your only real chance of living," he added.
I can go on living a normal life.
With the living shadow staring at her, the winter wind sucking the air from her lungs, and the prescriptions clenched in her hand, she'd never felt less a part of her world.
The death dealer stared at her, much larger in her small living room than he was in the middle of the street.
Toby started into the living room, spilled the cocoa, and then retreated to the kitchen.
The living room started to spin and she sat, forcing herself to breathe deeply.
She turned and gasped, heart leaping to see the death dealer lingering like the shadow he was in the middle of her living room.
Her vision cleared to reveal she now stood in a luxurious living room with several people in front of her displaying varying levels of alarm on their faces.
He indicated a narrow hallway off the large formal living room.
When she emerged, she saw tea and cookies on the small table tucked into a corner of the living room.
She didn't look up as they walked through a comfortable living room with several guests talking loudly about the fire.
There were two beds in the room and a single bathroom off to one side along with a small living area.
"I was going to say you look like a living doll," Megan said with a half smile.
They strode through the bedchamber to a small living room to the side with a flat-screen TV and comfortable-looking couch.
Off the living room was a private dining area.
Opposite the living room was a massive bathroom with marble floors, a Jacuzzi, small sauna, and a large shower with multiple shower heads.
His black gaze was still visible in the dark living room.
Dressed all in black with his dark eyes and hair, he looked like a living shadow in the snow-covered world.
When the assassin turned away, Rhyn stepped into the living forest.
He.ll make your life a living hell.
I believe I could be very comfortable living here.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
"Kiki, I need a count of living and dead-dead Immortals!" he ordered.
She walked into the living room, puzzled to see Evelyn boxing up her bookshelf.
Kiera wasn't watching Star Wars but living it.
When she found none, she returned to the living room, where the rest of the boxes has been deposited, and searched them.
This floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern side, and a dining room and kitchen on the left, with the Deans' private quarters, a sitting room-office combination and bedroom, located in the rear.
In the eighteen-nineties Ouray had three thousand people living in town, three or four times as many as today.
Dean's snuggled slumber drifted to wakefulness sometime in the heart of the wee hours when a metallic sound of ringing returned him to the world of the living.
Martha asked, gesturing toward the living room.
The Deans joined the ice climbers and others in the living room for afternoon snacks and chatter just as Edith Shipton descended the stairs.
I been trying to find out some poop about that guy on the Internet but it's a whole lot easier checking out hundred year old folks than living ones.
She didn't seem surprised to find others in the living room and took a seat next to Effie, looking less a nighttime specter than an exhausted victim.
Dean didn't mention that Shipton was still among the living.
How awful his life must have been living with that shit Shipton.
There's a real good chance he'll be living with us!
Bird Song, while providing a simple living for them, was never going to bring a fortune to their bank account.
He could only be described as a living Adonis–except he wasn't exactly alive.
He found it laughable that the living invented so many myths to create a false sense of security regarding the dark predators.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
Exactly, and I wouldn't be going through a living hell now, would I?
Did Sarah tell you how long we have been living together?
Life is complicated; you can't let it stop you from living.
She made her living selling her art and guest lecturing at colleges.
Jackson stayed back admiring the artwork for a minute, before following her to the living room.
The music still played throughout the house, and the studio was far enough away from the living room so noise wasn't an issue.
The whole thing was a living nightmare.
Connor's description of being in the holding cell 'losing his mind and living a nightmare' accurately described his feelings.
They put aside the heaviness of their situation and focused on their feelings for each other, living in the moment.
As they entered the house, Elisabeth surveyed the living room.
Let's go sit in the living room.
Because they usually tire of living long before they show age and find someone to stake them.
And you Mr. Parrish, have been living with your head in the sand for a hundred-fifty years.
A chair sat in the middle of the living room with a 'Happy Birthday' balloon tied to it.
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 paused for a moment before continuing, Elisabeth, I used to believe living an eternity would be more than I could endure.
Ha, still living in fairy-tale land, I see.
He turned, starting for the living room, and then stopped.
Do you like living like this?
I meant living out here in the middle of nowhere with questionable transportation and no way to get help.
The next morning dawned clear and crisp outside, but the stove was warming the living room as Carmen came through.
He was a polished businessman who would be as disappointed in her rustic lifestyle as she would be with his lavish way of living.
Katie was huddling over the stove when Carmen entered the living room.
I can't imagine living anywhere else.
Katie was on the couch sewing when Carmen entered the living room.
Josh was living proof.
Carmen gasped as they stepped into the empty living room.
His team continued to clear the building and toss flares into corners as they sought out any living insurgents or incendiary devices.
It resembled a studio apartment with a real bed and dresser, a restroom cordoned off by opaque curtains in one corner, a small study where he kept his war docs, a kitchenette, rugs, and a small living area.
She clenched her meal bars and crossed to the living area, sitting with her back to him.
His back was to the living area as he pulled off every one of the dozen weapons he wore on his body and lined them up in front of him to start cleaning.
Her hands began trembling, and she moved quickly to put one of the chairs in the living room between them.
The suite was small and comfortable with a small living area, utility area with lockers, and a door leading to a bedroom with its own bathroom.
She roused herself and opened the door from the bedroom to the living area.
He whipped open the door to the living area and began placing his weapons around his body.
The occupant of the large chair in the corner of the living room launched towards her in a flurry of brown and black fur.
Lana drew a deep breath and placed the clothing in the round dryer in the linen closet before returning to the living room.
Few people were out in the streets, but the front office area of the building held several women who had turned it into a living room.
It looks like she was living out here, not traveling.
After all, it was where he and Katie spent the few good moments they'd had, where he'd found something worth living for.
It has nothing to do with living in Andre's shadow your whole life and now having the chance to prove yourself, she said with a faint smile.
I have no family living.
The group homes were harder because there were a lot of kids living there and the kids were meaner than the adults.
I wandered around their living room.
When they entered the living room, they stopped short when they saw me.
She'll be living here, Mrs. Thompson said.
Untold hours of do-it-yourself-manship and emergency repair had finally overcome poor septic design and generally shoddy workmanship to create communities of adequate comfort and living.
Dean entered a living room, furnished tastefully but on a limited budget.
Dean asked as he returned to the living room.
The living room and kitchen, which faced to the south, provided an exquisite view of the surrounding countryside.
Scranton, Pennsylvania is one of those eastern cities whose past glories were years earlier than the memory of any living citizen.
I don't want some dangerous criminal living next door.
Mrs. Glass said there was someone named Pat Corbin living in the same apartment as Cleary.
Dean returned to the room where Cynthia Byrne was slowly returning to the world of the living.
Only the living room showed signs of any activity.
The four sat in the living room with everyone but Dean discussing their future.
They searched the living room pretty good.
Dean tossed aside the map and papers and flopped down on the living room sofa, startling Mrs. Lincoln.
He plunked himself down in the living room with a hit-me-with-your-best-shot look and lifted Mrs. Lincoln to his lap for moral support.
Parkside was no safer than the worst of the worst—we might as well be living in Philadelphia, or, God forbid, The Big Apple!
They both agreed—Dean still reluctantly—that the money was one more indication that Jeffrey Byrne was among the living.
They ended up in the living room, watching a baseball game in which neither had a lick of interest.
Cynthia Byrne asked to talk to Randy again and Dean returned to the living room, his head in a whirl.
"I need to talk to Carmen before I leave," he said, heading for the doorway to the living room.
When he entered the living room where the women were gathering, his gaze immediately found Carmen.
Carmen was alone in the living room picking up wrapping paper when the men returned.
Darting into the living room, she unlocked the door and opened it.
Down the hall, the living room was lit up constantly with brilliant flashes of lightning.
He leaned back and looked into the living room.
Without a word, he strode away from her into the living room.
Still, the thought of living in the house with him was more comforting than alarming.
He had one recliner in the living room, plus the window seat.
Still, living in his home left little room for spontaneity.
She bounced down the steps to the living room as Alex came through the door.
Still, it was crowded, and living out of a suitcase wasn't Carmen's idea of living.
No. We're not living together now, so we can be more... affectionate toward each other.
Satisfied that she would please Alex, she finally walked into the living room.
Through the living room window Carmen saw a white truck slow down to pull in the drive.
She arrived in the living room in time to hear Katie arguing.
When she came into the living room, he put the paper aside and stood.
He walked through the living room and down the hall silently rolling up his sleeves.
She glanced around the living room.
No one is going to be living in it any time soon.
The house you're living in is yours too.
She was living in a warm dry house with all the food she could eat and no worries.
As she was putting it in a saucer, he wandered into the living room, looking at something in his hand.
Sometimes it takes a long time and a lot of praying, but I'm living proof it can happen even after many years.
Carmen kept a fire burning in the fireplace and slept in the living room.
He was in the living room when she arrived, sitting in his chair reading the newspaper.
She paced the living room, talking to herself.
Just remember, you each have been living alone for some time.
Their social life was church, they had no television and even when Carmen had attended college, they had requested that she stay at home every night instead of living in a dorm.
Grabbing her robe, she hurried to the living room.
They retired to the living room and he read a book while she knitted until bedtime.
She wandered into the living room and stared out the bay window.
Back at the house, she crossed the living room floor barefoot; her shoes in one hand and socks in the other.
She closed the lid and jerked the suitcase off the bed, hefting it down the hall, across the living room and out the door.
With each day it seemed to be growing until now she had a feeling of dread when she entered the living room.
Finally even that didn't work, so she simply avoided the living room all together.
It doesn't stop him from living a normal life, though.
The uneasy feeling about the living room was growing.
One morning, while Carmen was cleaning the house, he caught her standing in the living room, confronting the recliner with a questionable amount of courage.
In spite of her resolve to purge the fear from the living room, it increased until it threatened to take over the entire house.
She walked into the living room and stared at the chair.
Sitting there alone in Josh's living room while Lori slept, all Carmen could think about was the last moments for Josh.
She peeked from his bathroom into the largest bedroom suite in the mansion then stepped into the area serving as a living room and study.
She rose and gasped, not sensing the silent Xander, who stood in the doorway to the living room.
He flipped on the heat and looked around the living room, satisfied with his find.
They maneuvered Darian's body through the doorway and into the living room, where they deposited him on the couch.
You know better by now than to trust a woman who lies for a living.
Sofi doubted Pierre would be living if Xander hadn't made a promise.
The open floor plan ran from the living area through a kitchen to a formal dining room area that had been converted into an office on the other side.
"I hate living in shit," Dusty said.
Jonny flung off his coat and boots then sat in a chair in the living area, brooding.
She was in the living area of his suite again.
His magic filled the air around him, flinging the living room furniture against windows and walls in a fit of fury.
She snatched the plate and walked into the living room.
He dropped his hand and stepped aside, motioning to the living room.
He closed his eyes to Travel, opening them in the living area of Damian's Texas ranch.
Darian's mind worked fast as he rejoined Charles in the living room.
Neither living nor dead.
She lay down on the pebble- strewn dirt, wondering if death was anything like living in the catacombs.
After the stabbing, she should realize that living in the country didn't exempt them from crime.
Alex came back into the living room and glanced at her before striding to his chair.
Pouring two cups of coffee, she headed for the living room.
Little feet pounded across the living room into the kitchen and Destiny interrupted them in an excited voice.
One couple was now living in New Jersey.
He turned and strode into the living room.
When they met she was living a simple life and she had done nothing to make him think she wanted anything more.