He also had a sense of responsibility about it.
I can sense it and I'm never wrong.
She shivered and shrugged the sense away.
For once, I had the sense to keep my mouth shut.
Of course, I have no sense whatever of dramatic action, and could make only random guesses; but with masterful art he suited the action to the word.
Consequently, it made more sense to submit to Alex than argue with him.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
(She used the word "diplomat," which was just then much in vogue among the children, in the special sense they attached to it.)
Even your horse has better sense than you do.
I can sense the ghost, with trembling fingers dialing the number!
And yet, by the coarse measures we use, in a sense we have the same level of prosperity because we both have cars.
Her sense of smell is wonderful.
Excuse me for saying so, but you have no sense about women.
Let's see if we can make any sense out of this.
But Bordeaux had a sense of humor that sought and found her own.
The question of a special "sixth sense," such as people have ascribed. to Miss Keller, is a delicate one.
He answered matter-of-factly, without any sense of embarrassment.
When her fingers were too tired to spell another word, I had for the first time a keen sense of my deprivations.
Otherwise, it was difficult to sense true feelings, at least from Julie's standpoint.
She couldn't describe the sense any other way, just like she couldn't determine why she still felt the connection to his soul.
The headlights behind provided a sense of false security.
If you had any sense at all you'd known it was the earthquake.
Then a strange, fearful sense of danger terrified me.
I didn't think you had an ounce of sense, Talon.
Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.
In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.
The sense that Jule was in the house hadn't left her.
For a reply to these questions the common sense of mankind turns to the science of history, whose aim is to enable nations and humanity to know themselves.
They make shift to live merely by conformity, practically as their fathers did, and are in no sense the progenitors of a noble race of men.
I don't mean that in a motivational poster kind of way but in a literal sense: Failures (and what we learn from them) will help build the energy solutions for our future.
On entering a greenhouse her countenance becomes radiant, and she will tell the names of the flowers with which she is familiar, by the sense of smell alone.
Tell them it would be foolish for me to eat the piglet, because I had sense enough to know it would raise a row if I did.
To me, the sense of accomplishment was overwhelming.
She also lost her sense of smell and taste.
To many creatures there is in this sense but one necessary of life, Food.
This much is certain, she cannot have any sense that other people may not have, and the existence of a special sense is not evident to her or to any one who knows her.
I loved "Little Women" because it gave me a sense of kinship with girls and boys who could see and hear.
In the sense he can function but the memory is probably gone for good.
A brother would make the most sense, given the age difference.
I considered telling her the tipster was ill and out of service for a few days but common sense dictated that doing so might encourage someone to commit a crime in the tipster's absence.
They have no cause of their own to plead, but while they enlighten and sustain the reader his common sense will not refuse them.
He must sense you're limited to observing what happens.
The creatures had sense enough to reason that way, and the only mistake they made was in supposing the earth people were unable to overcome such ordinary difficulties.
In the most evident sense they mean everything.
My thoughts flowed easily; I felt a sense of joy in the composition.
How well I remember the graceful draperies that enfolded me, the bright autumn leaves that wreathed my head, and the fruit and grain at my feet and in my hands, and beneath all the piety of the masque the oppressive sense of coming ill that made my heart heavy.
With ever-growing horror, and no sense of joy or relief, he gazed at what was taking place.
The word is broad in its meaning and I use it in its broadest sense, as a mechanical device built to independently perform a task.
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
No one else gives me that sense of soft tranquillity that you do... that light.
It was a weird sensation; I was moving like walking in water but I had no sense of my own body.
The sense grew stronger as she led them down the hall past a waiting room and nurse's station towards the quiet hallway lined by patients' rooms, each housing four to five patients.
One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.
To co-operate in the highest as well as the lowest sense, means to get our living together.
"It makes sense but maybe he got the wrong house," I offered.
Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
The sense of smell has fallen into disrepute, and a deaf person is reluctant to speak of it.
A sense of pity he had never before known overflowed Pierre's heart.
"Flesh, bodies, cannon fodder!" he thought, and he looked at his own naked body and shuddered, not from cold but from a sense of disgust and horror he did not himself understand, aroused by the sight of that immense number of bodies splashing about in the dirty pond.
It doesn't make sense that the perp did it.
The sense of ill-boding returned.
The first book that gave me any real sense of the value of history was Swinton's "World History," which I received on my thirteenth birthday.
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life's shut gate.
It was empty in the sense that a dying queenless hive is empty.
I could sense Betsy's disappointment and Martha's relief.
Common sense slumped back in as I could see his point.
"Makes sense, since he knew I was there," he muttered.
It makes perfect sense, actually.
But they were so happy and contented that I lost all sense of pain in the pleasure of their companionship.
I read them in the intervals between study and play with an ever-deepening sense of pleasure.
The Bible gives me a deep, comforting sense that "things seen are temporal, and things unseen are eternal."
Her sense of time is excellent, but whether it would have developed as a special faculty cannot be known, for she has had a watch since she was seven years old.
She couldn't cure whatever it was, and she couldn't make sense of it.
But in a real sense, it also makes the problem that much easier to solve in the future.
Early in his presidency, in a 1953 address that would become known as his "Cross of Iron" speech, he declared, "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
Don't try to make sense out of it.
Irresistible drowsiness overpowered him, red rings danced before his eyes, and the impression of those voices and faces and a sense of loneliness merged with the physical pain.
Pierre was one of those who are only strong when they feel themselves quite innocent, and since that day when he was overpowered by a feeling of desire while stooping over the snuffbox at Anna Pavlovna's, an unacknowledged sense of the guilt of that desire paralyzed his will.
To us, their descendants, who are not historians and are not carried away by the process of research and can therefore regard the event with unclouded common sense, an incalculable number of causes present themselves.
He fought it until his anger subsided, unable to shake the sense of fear.
Pierre began to feel a sense of uneasiness, and the need, even the inevitability, of entering into conversation with this stranger.
She began to cry and a still greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love welled up in Pierre.
Headquarters are so full of Germans that a Russian cannot exist and there is no sense in anything.
But again the sense that she represented her father and her brother gave her courage, and she boldly began her speech.
If we had had only peasants to fight, we should not have let the enemy come so far, said he with a sense of shame and wishing to change the subject.
It was a feeling akin to what he had felt at the Sloboda Palace during the Emperor's visit--a sense of the necessity of undertaking something and sacrificing something.
The tales passing from mouth to mouth at different ends of the army did not even resemble what Kutuzov had said, but the sense of his words spread everywhere because what he said was not the outcome of cunning calculations, but of a feeling that lay in the commander-in-chief's soul as in that of every Russian.
Only a sense it was summer because the corn was high.
We're following a hunger and when it's ripe, all common sense and caution fly out the window.
Why don't you dig through Quinn's stuff and see if you can make any sense out of it?
Bianca looked at him, and he ignored the sense she wanted to be alone with her brother.
His sense of humor wasn't well understood by many.
Healing his scars made her feel a familiar sense of exhaustion, and she retreated to the couch in front of the TV, content to doze and recover.
The sense of peace and calm at his core returned as her energy flowed through him.
The sense had grown stronger as she drove nearer.
Your predecessor wasn't known for his sense of strategy.
One who is entirely dependent upon the manual alphabet has always a sense of restraint, of narrowness.
It is most perplexing and exasperating that just at the moment when you need your memory and a nice sense of discrimination, these faculties take to themselves wings and fly away.
This inherited capacity is a sort of sixth sense--a soul-sense which sees, hears, feels, all in one.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
A very few, as heroes, patriots, martyrs, reformers in the great sense, and men, serve the state with their consciences also, and so necessarily resist it for the most part; and they are commonly treated as enemies by it.
It costs me less in every sense to incur the penalty of disobedience to the State than it would to obey.
Her sense of touch has sensibly increased during the year, and has gained in acuteness and delicacy.
But this puts an infinitely worse face on the matter, and suggests, beside, that probably not even the other three succeed in saving their souls, but are perchance bankrupt in a worse sense than they who fail honestly.
It would signify somewhat, if, in any earnest sense, he slanted them and daubed it; but the spirit having departed out of the tenant, it is of a piece with constructing his own coffin--the architecture of the grave--and "carpenter" is but another name for "coffin-maker."
It was his view that "the attainment of human rights in the fullest sense cannot be achieved so long as hundreds of millions of poverty-stricken people lack the basic necessities for life."
That made no sense.
None of it made sense.
Suddenly all those annoying rules of conduct began to make sense.
Of course, it made sense.
Didn't he always make sense?
Now was the time to clear the air, and there was one thing about all this that didn't make sense.
We chatted briefly, agreed to have coffee and have been nearly inseparable ever sense.
We're not doing this for the FBI in any sense.
It made no sense.
What he said made sense.
When I said it out loud to Howie, it made sense.
Sean poisoning her made no sense.
He concentrated on the sense.
She felt he was weakening with the same strange sense that told her where he was.
The sense that had told her where he was intensified within her, as if they were close enough for their souls to touch again.
Jule had the sense of a memory at the edge of his fevered mind.
None of the vamp's words made sense.
The sense of communicating with him through their magics relaxed her, made her drowsy.
"You can sense that?" he asked, eyeing her.
Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.
Her sense of dread grew as she approached and followed Jonny into his apartment.
Not an ounce of common sense in any of you.
He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.
I really am the only one with sense around here.
I want you to sense my magic without touch.
"That makes sense," Jonny said.
Instead, the sense of a shared soul and magic returned.
He couldn't shake the sense it hadn't been a dream.
She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.
"Makes sense," Damian said thoughtfully.
Jenn bit back a retort and left, unable to shake the sense he'd told her something he didn't mean for her to know.
While she didn't quite know where she was, she felt a sense of belonging.
That makes no sense, Lacy.
Sofia shrugged the sense of foreboding away and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
Her eyes hurt too much to make sense of the world around her.
A sense of power swirled around him that scared her.
The unusual sense of tenderness unfurled again in his breast.
He pushed the thought of his slain brother away but couldn't escape the lingering sense of unease.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
A sense of dread filled her as she approached Damian's room.
She swallowed hard and nodded, struggling to control the strange sense of desire bubbling uncontrolled within her.
A flash of darkness went through his gaze, and the same sense of hidden fury returned.
The sense of peace descended upon her again, and she relaxed against him, content to her soul to be surrounded by his scent and heat.
That doesn't make sense to me.
When the common sense fairy smacks you upside the head, you know where to find me.
His memories were much like Damian's: fuzzy home videos with no sense of his future.
He couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him.
Damian didn't care; Sofia liked Pierre, and he had a feeling Pierre's blunt dose of reality was soothing to her in a world where nothing else made sense.
There was a natural sense of cheerfulness to her that she liked.
His aura of power, his command and confidence, the sense that—whatever he was—he was something humankind wasn't prepared to face.
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.
The sense of power increased tenfold as she entered the mansion.
She was his, and she brought him a sense of peace.
He's got a great sense of style, Linda said with a laugh.
The sense of normalcy faded as they moved through the mall.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the danger until it spoke.
The sense of danger jarred her, and she sat up straight, heart pounding hard.
The sense of doom was building.
A sense of familiarity hit her as they neared a clump of rocks.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
"I sense a reassignment," Dustin said, gaze going to the fire.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
The sense she was falling ill grew stronger.
An odd sense entered her mind, dulling her senses.
"I mean, he didn't say leave … he …" A sick sense of betrayal sank into her stomach.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
You will sense without reading minds.
Deidre had the sense of speaking a different language, even though she understood his words.
It didn't make sense that nothing could save the girl, or that Darkyn was capable of trying to.
Was this some sort of twisted sense of humor on his part?
Deidre's eyes drifted to Darkyn in a sense of longing.
A strange sense went through her, one she might think was jealousy.
Still, she felt a sense of loss.
Darkyn's shared sense warned her.
"You're not the only one who can sense emotion in others," he reminded her with a nudge.
He loves … your spontaneity, your sense of humor.
Unable to look away from him, she couldn't fight the sense she was about to have a total meltdown.
"But you sense depravity and weakness," she said in a mocking tone she hoped was similar to his.
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.
"You people have such a warped sense of … everything," she said.
Deidre had the sense the woman was surprised to see her.
My sense is they hardly know each other.
I can't tell you to break or keep promises, but I can sense you want to talk about this problem.
It doesn't make any sense.
I'm not sure that makes much sense either.
"That makes sense," Cynthia said, reaching back and unnecessarily holding on to the old man's belt.
Nothing Paul and I did made sense to anyone but us.
Besides, Dean thought, Randy—single or married—probably has more sense than to get knocked on his ass by a zillion pounds of water pressure aimed at his body.
Westlake's connection didn't make any sense.
Common sense tells us the obvious is usually where the truth rests and the obvious is either Fitzgerald or someone in the Dawkins family.
The mixed news produced a sense of relief that Martha was, according to Fred, temporarily safe, but she seethed at what she saw as Fitzgerald's vindictiveness at attacking them through the old man.
It doesn't make sense that that would change.
Use some sense, Lydia.
The more Dean thought about it, the more it made sense.
It made sense now—most, if not all of it.
Without her power, she wasn't able to sense him or the danger he posed.
He was able to sense her presence once more without knowing she'd been gone from his reach for an entire night.
Right now, the only thing that made much sense was killing shit.
Demons – especially those personally trained by Darkyn – knew how to sense weakness.
"I take pleasure in knowing you can't sense me anymore, love," he replied with a half-smile.
She always experienced a sense of peace around the souls.
She felt it again, a sense that this should mean more than it did.
Deidre couldn't remember it ever happening before, but it almost made sense to her.
She seemed to have dropped any form of common sense somewhere between Hell and her world.
Sometimes, she thought it made sense.
When he didn't sense the dealer he sought, he summoned him silently.
The sense of unease rose again, this time more strongly.
He had the sense of being in a dream.
Suddenly, Andre's cryptic warning made sense.
The sense of satisfaction was there again, along with the faint smile that made Gabriel furious.
Which made no sense.
Gabriel hated it when one of the deities made sense.
He shook out his tension but felt an even heavier sense of guilt.
The firm assertion of Darkyn's mate that she bore no one ill-will made more sense when he understood why she said it.
Unable to explain exactly why, he had the sense that whomever it was that he saw, he knew.
Though he possessed nowhere near the level of power he used to, he was still able to sense the figure cowering in a corner.
It was a new kind of sense, one he'd never experienced before.
Another sense grew stronger.
"If they aren't in Hell, they can only be one other place where I can't sense them," Gabriel said.
It simply didn't make sense, and Josh was usually all about sense.
He couldn't possibly know or understand, but he seemed to sense something was wrong between them.
Death-dealers operated off a sense of soul radar that pulled them like magnets to the lives that were on Death's list to be ended.
Not many people appreciated a sense of humor crafted over millennia as a sanctioned killer for Death.
The sense he wasn't wholly of this world returned.
Her sense of self-consciousness grew as the physical contact made her appreciative of the size and heat of his body.
It was his life, a sense of comfort and structure.
Can you sense them?
He'd done it for the people he cared about as much as out of his sense of honor.
It was deeper, beyond the physical joining, the sense of being one.
The sense of calm settling inside her was unnatural, like the rest of the day.
Eyes blurred with tears and bewildered, she couldn't make sense of anything around her anymore.
The sense of being protected, safe, floated through her.
She wanted to go down on her own terms, not lured into a false sense of safety before he chopped off her head.
Deidre felt the sense of losing it again.
Deidre had the sense of being late to a conversation.
Nothing they said made sense.
They were making some sense.
The sense of being overwhelmed made Deidre grip the coffee mug hard.
She didn't see Jared, but she couldn't shake the sense he – or someone else – was following her.
He'd always had a morbid sense of humor, like hers.
She had the same strange sense she did when she first met Gabriel, that he wasn't fully part of this world.
It makes no sense!
Deidre closed the door to her room and leaned against it, struggling to make sense of everything.
He held her gaze, and she had the sense that he was looking beyond her, to her soul, examining it as only Death could.
The sense of being in the Twilight Zone returned.
That she was a deity, Death, who lived for thousands of years … None of that made sense.
Angels almost made sense.
More sense than the idea she was a deity for thousands of years.
I sense physical weakness.
First, can you tell me if your Gabriel is about seven feet tall, with eyes darker than night and no sense of humor?
It made more sense than Wynn being hit by Gabe.
A familiar sense returned, the one that made Deidre think Wynn wasn't a normal human.
The forest and darkness created a sense of cozy intimacy, one that held her without crushing her, unlike the rest of the world.
If these were emeralds, it made sense that they sold these to build it.
The sense that nothing was real filled her again.
It didn't make sense that there was, especially after he'd admitted to having someone else on the side.
"One of us has sense," he said as he obeyed.
The look he'd given her after she told him she was leaving made more sense.
This Deidre was everything he'd loved about his ex-lover: her spontaneity, sense of humor, beauty combined with the purest human heart he'd ever known.
No sense of nervousness, no indication he had anything to hide.
The Dark One's mysterious search for something past-Deidre left behind began to make sense.
What part of my … my pure confusion doesn't make sense to you?
She heard the words, but they made no sense.
A familiar sense of calm filled her.
Nothing made sense to her numbed mind, aside from the fragrant ocean, the fine sand that slid through her fingers like silk, and the warm-cool sensations caused by a combination of afternoon sun and sea breeze.
We have a similar sense of humor, I think.
Though of the two of us, I'm the one who can't read minds, so it makes sense I'm clueless.
Can you make sense of it while you're in there?
It makes total sense, right?
She rubbed her head, wondering if the kid lived somewhere else in the building while unable to shake the sense that something was really, really wrong.
That makes no sense.
"That doesn't make sense," Kris said, and leaned forward.
Your sense of humor couldn't be worse timed, Gabe.
"He can't sense you while I'm here," Kris whispered.
He'd felt a familiar sense around…
The minute he found her missing from the cave, he'd felt an uneasy, unfamiliar sense of concern.
He couldn't shake the sense he'd reached the first challenge in his life he didn't know how to handle.
The idiots also said that anyone --I assume monster --can sense me 'cause you did claim me.
She'd had an impending sense of doom since meeting Gabriel on the street outside the faux police station, but this feeling was…defined.
She drank more brandy, a familiar sense of panic deep in her chest.
That a mass murdering demon was the only man she'd ever felt so comfortable with made no sense.
Gabriel, he's protected and helped me more than once since the dungeon and done it out of some sort of sense of duty.
She felt a deep sense of loneliness and longing.
Despite his monstrous habits of shredding anything in his path, he had a sense of honor more deeply ingrained than she'd ever suspected.
You're weak and foolish and Gods, if I could find a magic pill that'd knock some sense into you --
I have a great deal of sense!
Hannah was beautiful in the model sense, with a slender form and large eyes that grew wider when they swept over him.
She rolled her eyes at his twisted sense of humor, which normally teetered on lethal.
The sense of loss from her dream returned, and she was embarrassed to feel her throat tightening.
The sense of loss returned.
For once, Rhyn was the only one who made any sense.
His sense of loss was so deep, he thought it.d kill him some nights.
The house was too quiet for her comfort, and she felt the familiar sense of being watched.
If he were, I.d sense him.
She gritted her teeth and wished she.d brought the cutting board with her to knock some sense into Ully.
The sense of yearning was deep.
He expected Sasha to sense his betrayal, but Sasha.s gaze glowed for a different reason.
Resigned, Jade peeled off his shirt, the sense of triumph making him feel sick to his stomach.
Gabriel's ominous warning suddenly made sense.
Rhyn looked around, agitated again by the sense that something else was wrong.
A sense of desperation almost took her strength away.
"You can thank Rhyn for beating some sense into us," Kiki replied.
He felt the sense of foreboding again, the unseen danger toward Katie.
Katie couldn.t help the sense of panic growing within her.
He had to let her go, but the sense of yearning and pain was too strong for her to sleep.
"Makes sense," he said at last.
He strode toward her, determined to beat some sense into her.
A torrent of nonsense escaped from Jade, a mix of words that made no sense.
Did any of this make sense to you?
It makes no sense she.d be there, and if she is, the demons have her, or Jade wouldn.t be here alone.
His reaction fueled the sense of doom that had been growing since Jade appeared with Iliana.s hand.
Kiera found she truly was happy for her, though her own happiness was clouded by a sense of sadness and yearning.
But I don't think … it doesn't make sense for me to go.
I can't make sense of things, Kiera said.
They sat for a while before she felt a familiar sense of anxiety at the reality of her situation.
The sense was fleeting and overwhelming.
"I guess he's not a war prisoner in the traditional sense," Evelyn replied.
But he'd won her as Kisolm's younger brother, Romas, had decreed, which should alleviate any accusations brought on by their clan, if Kisolm's father talked some sense into the arrogant crown prince.
At the moment he wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, and he was uncertain whether he wanted more to kiss those perfect lips or shake some sense into her.
With a sense of deep dread, he felt for the first time that the role he expected of her may not be a role she chose to fulfill.
The pod jolted and dropped, the sickening sense making her nauseous.
She hesitated, ashamed to feel a sense of suspicion after Ne'Rin's betrayal.
She didn't expect her sense of loss to be so deep.
She couldn't let her sense of hope seize her for fear of being devastated.
The Council can't talk any sense into A'Ran, and they're amassing this ginormous army to destroy him.
Good. Mansr won't try to talk sense into A'Ran.
With heart racing he began to sense what he would find beyond.
While he wanted to avoid further involvement in Edith Shipton's troubled world, he felt proud of his wife inherent sense of compassion toward anyone in trouble.
Finally, Dean had the sense to change the subject.
I can sense it!
Dean could sense Fred was peeved.
They were quiet for a sometime but could sense from each other's movements that neither was asleep.
He always made sure one of the adults was close by, but his youth and a natural sense of balance helped him to catch on to the sport quickly.
Just exercise a little caution, have patience, good equipment and lots of common sense.
"Because he has more sense," Cynthia answered, squeezing her husband's arm and turning away.
Dean bit his lip but had enough sense not to take the bait.
That's the only thing that makes sense.
The only person who can keep him away is Edith herself and it doesn't look to me as if she has the sense to do so.
"If anyone can talk sense into her fuzzy head, it's Fred O'Connor," said Dean.
It snowed for the entire trip, but all but a few other drivers had the sense to remain home for the last fifty miles.
Not that she's made any sense the other times we've had a conversation.
It's the only solution that makes sense.
It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
That would be less risky and make more sense.
That's the only scenario that makes sense.
Given what he's hearing and seeing now, it makes a heap of sense.
There was work to be done before the return of this sense of small town peace could to be fully embraced.
He admitted none of the mental scenarios circling his tired brain made a lick of sense.
Sure. My mind isn't donating any words of wisdom that make a lick of sense.
As he peddled the road to Ouray, he tried to formulate a scenario of Shipton's ice park fall that made sense.
Somehow, considering Gladys, Effie or Claire seemed to stretch common sense more than an overweight bungee jumper.
That made some degree of sense.
While he hated even speculating about a child murderer, it was the first time Shipton's attempted killing began to make any sense.
Dean's mind churned the details of the recent happenings, trying to make sense of Shipton's orchestrated plunge to the river, and the strange reactions of those still sleeping beneath Bird Song's roof, and elsewhere.
Nor had he made any sense of his deliberations but finally his mind quit the task and allowed his exhausted body to sink into a deep sleep.
His heart raced as he began to sense what he would find.
Dean had a fleeting sense of relief that Corday hadn't pressed him for Cynthia's address.
Dean didn't respond but in his mind agreed the answer made a certain amount of sense, giving the situation.
He could feel her sense of relief.
Because I should have dragged her to a shrink or someone who could have talked some sense into her, or at least watched her more closely-protected her from herself.
Since the first time I stepped inside I had a sense of all of the love and happiness and peace those walls have witnessed.
Finally, she asked, "Does that make sense?"
Maybe some people sense that sort of thing more than others—that feeling you get when you're standing in a spot where you know something really dramatic occurred.
I don't sense any feeling of uncertainty or anguish.
Not, Dean surmised, out of a sense of charity as much as a severe case of nosiness.
Then what you were suggesting makes sense.
Maybe he'll have enough sense to send someone else to pick it up.
No, the events of two weeks past didn't make total sense, at least not yet, but Dean was suddenly interested, not in avoiding Jerome Shipton, but asking him some important questions.
There was a sense of cold and the ooze of blood filling his boot, and a reeling wave of lightheadedness, but little pain.
It's a bit confusing and a lot of it's speculation on my part, but bear with me and I think I have enough of the answers to make some sense of what happened.
Once I had a means of discounting the suicide note, everything else made much more sense.
It's the only thing that makes sense to me.
His ego and sense of dominance over her wouldn't let him allow her to be the one walking away.
But it didn't make sense, even though I think Shipton himself continued to believe that's how he fell.
Doesn't it make more sense that the whole bit about the cut rope was Shipton's sole doing?
He found it laughable that the living invented so many myths to create a false sense of security regarding the dark predators.
He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of something that defied all logic.
Immediately upon stepping over the threshold, Jackson's sense of smell took over.
In every sense, better.
I'm here to try to talk some sense into you.
The human had spent most of the evening pacing around the cell, trying to make some sense of everything, stopping only briefly to eat, in an effort to soak up all the alcohol.
She could not make sense of this.
Let me see if I can make sense of this for you… I have been fighting very hard to keep my feelings in check so as not to scare you away.
This makes no sense.
None of this made sense, yet it had to be true for him to be this distraught.
He tried to come up with something to say that made sense, but failed.
The reason Sarah always chased this now made sense.