Sense Sentence Examples

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.

Her sense of smell is wonderful.

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.

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.

I can sense the ghost, with trembling fingers dialing the number!

Consequently, it made more sense to submit to Alex than argue with him.

Even your horse has better sense than you do.

But Bordeaux had a sense of humor that sought and found her own.

He answered matter-of-factly, without any sense of embarrassment.

Let's see if we can make any sense out of this.

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.

If you had any sense at all you'd known it was the earthquake.

When her fingers were too tired to spell another word, I had for the first time a keen sense of my deprivations.

Excuse me for saying so, but you have no sense about women.

Then a strange, fearful sense of danger terrified me.

The headlights behind provided a sense of false security.

The question of a special "sixth sense," such as people have ascribed. to Miss Keller, is a delicate one.

And yet, by the coarse measures we use, in a sense we have the same level of prosperity because we both have cars.

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.

I didn't think you had an ounce of sense, Talon.

I really am the only one with sense around here.

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.

I want you to sense my magic without touch.

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

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.

The sense of power increased tenfold as she entered the mansion.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the danger until it spoke.

The sense of doom was building.

I loved "Little Women" because it gave me a sense of kinship with girls and boys who could see and hear.

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.

The sense of smell has fallen into disrepute, and a deaf person is reluctant to speak of it.

She also lost her sense of smell and taste.

Suddenly all those annoying rules of conduct began to make sense.

Of course, it made 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.

When I said it out loud to Howie, it made sense.

Sean poisoning her made no sense.

He concentrated on the sense.

The sense of communicating with him through their magics relaxed her, made her drowsy.

Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.

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.

He couldn't shake the sense it hadn't been a dream.

That makes no sense, Lacy.

Sofia shrugged the sense of foreboding away and stuffed her hands into her pockets.

A sense of power swirled around him that scared her.

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.

She was his, and she brought him a sense of peace.

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 more Dean thought about it, the more it made sense.

Which made no sense.

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.

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.

To many creatures there is in this sense but one necessary of life, Food.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The sense of satisfaction was there again, along with the faint smile that made Gabriel furious.

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.

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.

The look he'd given her after she told him she was leaving made more sense.

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.

Your sense of humor couldn't be worse timed, Gabe.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Elisabeth seemed to sense his unease.

Sam, please focus There are some weird things going on with us and I'm hoping you can help make some sense of them.

Does that make any sense?

The rage and hatred she showed that night made perfect sense now.

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

If he had the sense God gave a goose, he'd stay in Houston until spring.

There was no sense in fretting over it.

Animals seem to sense your mood.

I'm sure he has enough sense to come in out of the cold.

Maybe Alex had knocked a little sense into him.

It was done now, and for that much she felt a sense of relief.

He was joking, of course, but it was nice to think someone enjoyed her weird sense of humor.

She's not heavily endowed with common sense or ambition, but she does have attributes.

Surely he didn't mean love in the romantic sense.

She took in the scene, unable to explain the sense of doom settling in her stomach.

He met Dan's gaze and saw the same sense of dread on his counterpart's face.

She rushed on, But it's the only thing that makes sense.

Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.

She gazed at the handsome man, unable to shake the sense she knew him somehow.

She still felt that man's rough hands on her body and the sense of helplessness.

She quelled her sense of panic, instead moving as far from them as possible to the kitchen and hoping they didn't notice her.

The timing now made sense.

She'd never learned to lie; in fact, she would never dare lie to Mr. Tim, not with his rigid sense of integrity.

He'd betrayed his own sense of responsibility, not to mention his promise to Tim.

She'd been trying to avoid the crushing sense of betrayal building in her breast.

She paused to look around again, caught in the surreal sense that everything that happened the past few months hadn't touched the condo community.

In fact, standing in her apartment, she had the surreal sense that life hadn't changed, as if she could open the door and go to work like any other day.

She has no sense for first aid, either.

For once, someone in the chain of command had some common sense.

The sense returned, and Rhyn looked down.

Gabe was quiet for a long moment, leading them through the jungle in thoughtful silence.  Katie felt the strange sense of something following again and moved closer to him.

Made sense at the time.  What drew you to Rhyn?

I would sense it if so.

I sense something, but magic is blocking it.

The snakelike branches overhead were creepier when she could see them in daylight, and the few birds and insects she saw made her shudder.  The sense of being followed didn't leave even in the full light of day.

It was clear and cool outside of Gabe's small cottage in the middle of a possessed jungle.  Rhyn felt the sense that someone else was there once more and looked around.  Assuming the feeling has something to do with his magic, Rhyn shook it off once more.  He opened the front door without knocking, already sensing it was empty.  Gabe had left in a hurry.  The wardrobe near his bed was open and his walls were missing many of the weapons Rhyn had seen last time.

Even if he wasn't with Katie, he could sense her.

The odd sense of someone following – a sign she now knew was the phantom trailing them - returned.

You didn't sense the demons earlier.  I had to tell you.

Her sense of danger grew more heightened at the thought that something had happened between the time Gabe originally gave her his necklace and now.

Light filtered in from somewhere, and Rhyn tried to make sense of his surroundings.

Kiki didn't have a chance to answer before the wooden door to their prison creaked open.  Rhyn's head spun as he was hauled up and dragged into a well-lit hallway.  Light and shadows wreaked havoc on his sense of place and time until he hit the cool stone floor again.

She hesitated then kissed him on the cheek and turned to go.  Kris watched her, unable to shake the uncanny sense it was the last time he'd see her.

Rhyn hesitated, unable to shake the disturbing sense that Katie's interest came from her resolve that this was the last time they'd see each other.

Rhyn looked around, wishing he could sense his mate.  She was alone in the underworld with a demon, a thought that made him incensed with the urge to find her.

We try to talk some sense into him?

I sense her this way.

Toby shook his head and started forward again, wondering when Ully had lost his sense of humor.  He led them in the direction where he sensed Katie, until night and clouds rendered the jungle too dark.

It now made sense how Ully had been able to free them and talk Jared into letting them go.  Toby had been too excited to find their escape too easy at the time, but now, he realized it was … weird.  He'd failed again.  He couldn't even escape on his own.

Katie was close.  Toby could sense her.  He ignored the branches whipping his face and the brambles tripping him.  Instead, he just ran, the screams of demons in his ears.