Spoke Sentence Examples
He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
She spoke her mind.
Pointing his fork at her plate, he spoke sternly.
He spoke to his horse.
Every one said I spoke very well and intelligibly.Advertisement
I laughed when you spoke of old Neptune's wild moods.
I didn't know he spoke French.
Neither the boy nor the girl spoke again for some minutes.
Last evening I went out in the yard and spoke to the moon.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.Advertisement
She glanced up as she spoke, and his expression became wary.
It is glorious to behold this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun, the bare face of the pond full of glee and youth, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it, and of the sands on its shore.
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part.
He continued to stare at Adrienne while he spoke to Brandon.
Finally he spoke, his voice controlled.Advertisement
He handed the glasses to the chief and spoke to him in their language.
My eyes fill with tears now as I think how my mother pressed me close to her, speechless and trembling with delight, taking in every syllable that I spoke, while little Mildred seized my free hand and kissed it and danced, and my father expressed his pride and affection in a big silence.
The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages; for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew, but in the select language of literature.
He must have sensed the cause of her sudden withdrawal, and spoke gently.
The princess as usual spoke smilingly and listened with a laugh.Advertisement
As he spoke he kept glancing with the flirtatiousness of a handsome youth at Sonya and the young lady visitor.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
Mary studied her reflectively and finally spoke in a hushed tone, as if she didn't actually want to know the answer to her question.
They learned that Chilon was a very quiet man, that he never spoke about himself, and that he spent all his time in trying to make his country great and strong and happy.Advertisement
Someone spoke her name in a soft and tender voice from the garden and kissed her head.
He rolled a cigarette as he spoke.
Silence fell between them and then he finally spoke.
His mouth was grim when he spoke.
She waited for him to open the conversation, idly wondering if it would be ten before he spoke.
Finally he swallowed and spoke.
Mary contemplated her soberly for a few moments and then spoke gently.
And now it was gone, not even a trace lingering as he spoke.
Claudette spoke sarcastically from the kitchen doorway.
For a long time he simply stood there, and when he finally spoke, his voice was controlled.
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
Yet when he spoke, his voice was decisive.
Mary was silent again for a few moments and when she spoke it was in a controlled voice.
Cynthia wiped a tear off her cheek and when she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own.
Mary was silent a long time and then she finally spoke.
He spoke of having some sort of flashback.
Nobody spoke, either time?
We were clearing dishes, before he spoke.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
I first spoke to Martha, while not fully committed; I knew she was more sympathetic to Howie than her husband.
She looked at her husband, the most closed minded among us, when she spoke.
He bit his lip and spoke.
Martha and Betsy spoke frequently on the phone.
I calmed Martha down and both Betsy and I spoke to all three of them, one by one.
When I spoke to the now retired agent he was ecstatic.
On Saturday morning Howie spoke up as we gathered for coffee.
When I spoke with him later, he was pleased with his results.
Only a few flying saucer advocates spoke from the fringes with a positive slant.
While Daniel Brennan was aware of us as a group, he and I were the only ones that spoke directly.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
Only Howie spoke to me.
This time, I spoke up.
I spoke to her alone for twenty minutes.
Frank Vasapolli was not available so I spoke with Agnes Delanco.
Betsy spoke to Martha on the phone after dinner while Molly and I walked Bumpus.
She spoke with total resignation, utter defeat as she looked up at me.
Julie called to talk to her daughter but after she spoke to Molly we talked.
I related that Jackson spoke to our California associate.
The two spoke for only a few minutes, in the privacy of the kitchen.
They both spoke as if what said was oft repeated.
While they didn't detail their crimes, both spoke of ruining their lives because of sins of the flesh.
I thought he was pondering what I said until he spoke up.
I saw him as I spoke.
A woman huddled over a screen spoke up.
Bianca held her breath and waited, able to feel the tension between them even with her eyes closed until he spoke again.
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
Even as she spoke, she saw pieces of his future blink in her thoughts.
The voice he'd dreaded hearing finally spoke.
Finally, it spoke to him.
Itching to relieve some of her own nervous energy after the run-in with the vamps, she'd reached the door when Jonny spoke again.
The massive vamp crossed his arms and drew closer as she spoke.
The two spoke for a few moments before Xander bowed his head and walked away.
He knelt beside Sean's body as he spoke.
He spoke the truth, just as her father lied to her.
Neither spoke, and the chauffeur took them north, instead of south towards home.
As he spoke, his fangs lengthened.
Neither spoke on their return trip to the bed and breakfast, and she went straight to her room.
I ran into someone I knew from college, Jake said and began to pace again, half-lost in his thoughts as he spoke.
Damian didn't trust the beings that saw all, knew all, and yet spoke in riddles—if they chose to speak at all.
Jake was so quiet, she thought he left until he spoke again.
He dialed and spoke in a different language to the man on the other end.
She tightened her grip on the wheel, assuming he spoke to Damian.
As he spoke, memories streamed through his mind, memories of the universe before the Schism and afterwards, when he and a few others were cast alone onto earth.
He pulled photos from the envelope as he spoke.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
No one spoke to her.
Pierre spoke from her doorway, framed against the light of the hall.
The men spoke among themselves, swapping war stories and discussing the Tucson Sector's influx of vamps.
It was the first time he'd understood the words she spoke to him.
Two swung his legs off the bed, holding his breath in case she spoke again.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the danger until it spoke.
His gaze swept over her in cold admiration as he spoke.
She spoke until she was hoarse.
She spoke until she drifted into an uncomfortable doze only to awake when he released her.
She replayed their first kiss, his ring, the way his men spoke of him.
As he spoke, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a whip-like, muscular upper body coated by a thin layer of tan skin.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
He shifted forward as he spoke and nudged her head aside with his.
He was too hard and cold to offer much in that way, but he spoke the truth softly and then kissed her hungrily.
Her throat tightened as she spoke.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
She blinked, not registering the deity was behind her until he spoke.
They both knew he spoke the truth—a steady salary would go a long way toward lessening their money problems.
Before old Pop Dawkins croaked, those guys hardly spoke to each other.
The telephone confab was between Rose and Cynthia and apparently the two spoke with like mind.
He turned and looked at Dean as he spoke.
Cynthia spoke in a whisper as she poked around.
When he spoke, it didn't sound as if either beer was his first.
Lydia spoke in a whisper.
I guess that's why she spoke up when Fitzgerald tried to frame me.
Maria, ever smiling, joined them at the table, looking from one to the other as they spoke, understanding little but enjoying their company and thrilled with their praise.
The Deans met Maria's betrothed, Emilio, who spoke halting English and was as polite as his fiancée.
To Dean's way of thinking, it spoke of fear—as well as guilt.
He spoke in front of Maria's uncomprehending presence, although statements like "Martha, no" were readily understood.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
I spoke with some Denver friends.
Lydia spoke not another word, ignoring Dean in favor of her thoughts as she raced back to town.
He almost spoke, then stopped.
She neared him as she spoke, pausing close enough that she had to crane her head back to meet his gaze.
Darkyn spoke as if he intended for her to remain that way, at least through the end of the deal.
As her excitement grew, she spoke faster.
His resolve lasted until she spoke, and he saw the truth of her words and the expression on her face.
The events he spoke of occurred just a few months before, when Darkyn was attacking the Immortals and before Rhyn took over the Council That Was Seven.
Gabriel was halfway to the lake when Darkyn spoke to him.
He pealed Destiny from his neck and handed her to Carmen, his voice softening as he spoke to Destiny.
There was something about him... the way he moved and even the way he spoke, soft and gentle with such a deep warm voice.
Yes, and then I spoke for you - again.
Maybe it would be best if Lori spoke to them about this only through an attorney.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
She was lifted to her feet and Bill spoke to her in a calm voice.
She kissed his palm and spoke to him softly.
Carmen's attention returned to Lori as she spoke.
His eyes certainly spoke a welcome.
Glancing up sharply, she studied his response as she spoke.
I know you thought I spoke, but I tried to speak this morning and I couldn't.
Isn't it possible that you were also dreaming, and you were the one who spoke?
She could feel his eyes boring into her as she spoke.
Finally Señor Medena spoke to Carmen.
After a pause, Gerald spoke again in a sarcastic tone.
Finally he hugged her and spoke softly into her ear.
Though not traditionally handsome, he moved and spoke with a diplomat's grace.
Deidre turned to see if there was someone behind her the stranger spoke to.
No one ever spoke to his predecessor that way.
She rolled onto her stomach to see who spoke.
He held her gaze as he spoke.
As she spoke, she pulled the iPad loose and handed it to Gabe.
After giving him a moment to examine it, Gabe spoke.
This order he spoke out loud.
She'd seen a handful of nuns yesterday, and only Daniela spoke to her.
Wynn always spoke differently, she reminded herself.
If he spoke with anger or frustration or anything other than the quiet, impassioned tone, she would've been able to handle the news better.
Each spoke to him as he swam, filling his head with visions as they told him their stories.
The air felt a little heavier around her as he spoke, compelling her attention to him.
His gaze was steady as he spoke.
He spoke the words in the cool, detached tone that she recognized from their interactions at the hospital.
He spoke with thoughtfulness.
He spoke in tear-filled gibberish she didn't understand, and she moved away to the door.
The confidence with which he spoke floored her.
As the oldest and most revered of the death dealers, only the damned millennial generation failed to flinch when he spoke.
Its voice was hoarse, and it spoke with a small lisp.
The robed man returned and spoke in the harsh tongue.
Even as Rhyn spoke, he was disturbed by the thought of the frazzled but sweet woman across the hall from him falling to his brother.
She hated how he spoke to her, like he knew exactly what to say to terrify her.
He spoke a smattering of words she didn't understand.
They spoke in German as they made their way down the narrow wooden stairwell to the packed bar.
Even when he spoke of replacing her with a nymph.
By the look on Ileana's face, Katie knew Rhyn spoke the truth.
Even as she spoke, her thoughts went to what Gabriel told her.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
She ignored the door opening until someone spoke to her.
Evaluating each other, the three creatures stood in tight silence before Rhyn spoke at last.
He spoke to her, and his cold presence was close.
He sensed the entrance of another before his companion spoke.
Death smiled, and when she spoke, he looked away.
She wanted to be offended by his comment but suspected he spoke the truth.
Megan spoke with a gentle British lilt, and her dark eyes took in everything as they walked.
The guy I spoke to said he beat the ever-living shit out of them all at once, until they agreed to come back and do what Kris says.
Even as he spoke the words, he knew he'd never disregard his friend.
She didn.t notice Gabriel in the corner until he spoke.
The warriors never spoke or even gave her more than a passing glance.
Romas's brother spoke to the group.
The hunky stranger spoke to Romas's oldest brother.
Evelyn spoke to her, her words foreign.
The odd energy flowing between them held them both in silence for a long moment before he spoke.
She spoke to him for several moments before his eyes rose and lingered on Kiera.
She neared him as she spoke until she was toe-to-toe with the massive man and glaring up at him.
A'Ran didn't have to guess which her his uncle spoke of.
He spoke even less than normal.
He relented and spoke, his words garbled.
Romas said I was crazy with hormones, but I spoke to someone on the Council who thought it was a good idea.
Jetr listened and spoke, glancing over after a few minutes.
In the end, she spoke his name.
As she spoke, the words became easier.
When the quiet stretched uncomfortably long, she spoke again.
Mison and Romas spoke quietly while Jetr turned to her.
Neither spoke to her, only stood quietly while their warriors remained in the hallway behind them.
One of the warriors emerged, spoke to Romas, and retreated.
They had not seen her since their wedding but Cynthia spoke to her by telephone frequently and the two were as close as the distance allowed.
She twisted her now-empty left hand ring finger and spoke, in barely a whisper.
She spoke, venom in her voice.
Edith kept shaking her head 'no' as he spoke.
Cynthia spoke in a consoling tone as both women rose.
He turned his back to the stairs and spoke in almost a whisper.
Every time he spoke to this guy, he found himself on the defensive.
I don't mean to be disrespectful, ma'am, but when we spoke on the telephone, I offered you the letters and the clothing.
She smiled at the others as she spoke quietly to Cynthia.
I spoke with her on the phone around Christmas and mentioned I was coming to Ouray for some ice climbing.
I spoke to Mrs. Shipton about it.
As he spoke, the Quincy sisters entered the front door.
He spoke to the sheriff at home, but, as he suspected, Weller could do nothing without Edith's referral.
Neither spoke for more than an hour, until the ranch and stable were in sight and Dean's watch reminded them of reality.
Neither spoke until the lights of Montrose glowed through the snow.
From the very beginning there had been an intensity, a seriousness to the falling flakes that spoke of accumulations far in excess of anything the Deans had seen to date.
They spoke for a few moments and she promised to call again in the evening when, perhaps, she'd have more information.
He stared the others away while he spoke with her.
A myriad of emotions flooded over Dean as Corday spoke.
He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.
I spoke with a nice lady at the new paper but she said all the old records were in some basement.
It was Fitzgerald who spoke.
Dean spoke for the first time since the investigators arrived.
It was Jake Weller who spoke up.
Gladys Turnbull, almost forgotten in the corner, spoke up for the first time.
He looked at her as she spoke.
He finally spoke with him at the airport.
Able Whitehouse, the guy we spoke to back in Virginia gave us the clue, only we didn't realize it.
He surveyed the perfection of her bearing while she spoke.
While stroking her hair, he spoke softly, "My name is Jackson Parrish, and as God is my witness, I will do all in my power to correct this situation."
Jackson rose and spoke with authority.
The two men herded them to the cellar's exit as the leader spoke.
Without standing, the man spoke, pointing a long nailed finger.
Jackson spoke, relating all he deemed pertinent.
Connor spoke first, "Are you here to kill me?"
He put his arms around her, held her close and spoke into her hair.
Elisabeth spoke first, I am so sorry for all I have put you through.
He pulled her close and spoke into her hair, You are denying me nothing.
Sam finally spoke, "Well that settles that."
She hugged him tightly and spoke into his chest.
I know I can't do anything to plead your case, but what if Samantha spoke to them and told them what happened here.
Yes, I already spoke with him about it.
Jackson spoke to the vocalist, then stood at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for Elisabeth to join him.
No one spoke on the way home; the only sound, weeping from the two women.
In his mind's eye, he had pictured her much older – probably because of the way Katie spoke of her.
They ate in silence for a while and finally Gerald spoke, his tone conversational.
Katie spoke in a low voice over Carmen's shoulder.
He laced fingers behind his head and stretched his back, glancing around at the herd as he spoke.
Alex held a chair for Lori, and Josh glanced uncomfortably at Carmen, running a hand through unruly red hair as he spoke under his breath in a sarcastic tone.
No, it was mere chance that he was looking at her while he spoke to Katie.
He clamped one hand around her waist and slid her closer, leaning over her as he spoke.
The screen door squealed and slammed, and then Alex spoke.
She listened, unable to fathom the magnitude of chaos he spoke of.
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke in a softer tone.
As he spoke, he strode from the commo room to the ledge outside.
Lana reached Arnie and spoke to him too quietly to hear.
He turned away and spoke in his broken voice to the man called Dan.
General Greene spoke finally, his voice jarring her out of her thoughts.
She was twisting the edge of her shirt as she spoke.
The quick wrap is easier, he instructed, holding up each of the products as he spoke.
The way he kissed her and the way his gaze lingered on her every time they spoke was more than enough to convince her he was attracted to her.
After a brief hesitation, he spoke.
When Kelli said nothing, Lana spoke.
She rose slowly as she spoke.
Death shrugged with a knowing smile that told him more than if she spoke.
You're saying Death spoke to you?
Andre shook his head even before Gabriel spoke.
A peaceful quiet settled over them until she spoke again.
Rhyn trotted away from the beach as he spoke. Katie scrambled after him.
Gabriel was gone. No one followed him, let alone spoke to him. Rhyn looked around uneasily, wondering who – or what – he'd been speaking to. He started back to the spot where they'd stopped for water. A few minutes later, Gabriel reappeared.
Perhaps this had been the evil of which Death spoke.
He spoke to Harrigan, who was filling out a report on a daylight burglary.
The two detectives spoke with Leo the waiter, the night clerk and the maid.
Real bikers weren't bothered by a little rain, he tried to tell himself, but the car radio spoke of a storm system moving up from the south, bringing with it high winds and torrential rain.
No one spoke until the silence became awkward.
Cynthia put her arm around Randy as she spoke to Dean.
They sat is silence through one whole Count Basie take before Dean finally spoke.
He spoke of family barbecues and a week's vacation on the Jersey shore, kids growing up and Christmas eggnog shared.
Fred was uncommonly quiet and minutes passed before he spoke.
When Cleary spoke to his landlady on Monday, the seventeenth, he told her he'd already mailed her the key.
He didn't have the foggiest idea anyone was looking until after he spoke with Mrs. Glass—around Rollins, Kansas, and yet he keeps changing names, not leaving his signature and not even being seen unless he can't help it.
Parkside would remain untainted and a favored place to live and raise healthy, God fearing children who would become model citizens like those to whom he spoke.
A younger man in a plaid shirt spoke up.
Dean spoke firmly and looked Randy right in the eye.
Neither of the men seemed to pay the slightest attention to either Dean or the painters, but one of them seemed to be keeping an eye on the door while the other spoke in low tones to his companion.
When her sobs began to subside, he spoke in as calm a voice as he could muster.
Dean spoke so softly she hardly heard.
Dean picked up the magazine, glancing at it as he spoke.
Dean also spoke to Cece Baldwin again, just to touch base and see if she might have heard further from her mysterious benefactor.
They were both quiet for a few moments, breathing in the cool night air before Dean spoke.
Burgess spoke in a low tone but showed no reluctance to talk.
I spoke with a lot of people who knew Jeffrey Byrne— Jonathan Winston didn't.
He spoke quietly, but his voice carried well.
Handing one to Carmen, she spoke gently.
When he spoke, his voice was low and tense.
Finally he spoke, his voice soft and controlled.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while before he finally spoke.
Taking a deep breath, she studied her iced tea as she spoke.
Carmen sat down and picked up her cup, taking a sip before she spoke.
His gaze was troubled as he spoke.
When he finally spoke, his voice was controlled.
She hesitated a moment and then leaned back, looking at his face in the moonlight as she spoke.
Glancing at Katie in the mirror as she helped with the wedding dress, Carmen spoke jokingly.
When he spoke, his voice was warm and gentle.
She spoke without looking at him.
They were nearing the house when he finally spoke.
When he finally spoke, his voice was almost a whisper.
They ate in silence for a few minutes and then he spoke again.
Finally he spoke in a controlled voice.
Turning to Princess, she spoke.
He shook his head, refusing to look at her as he spoke.
He was quiet for a few minutes, and then finally spoke in a controlled tone.
Alex shook his head no and spoke for Jonathan's ears.
He spoke in a hushed tone and when he came back to the kitchen, his face was pale.
Mary, who had always been opposed to Josh marrying Lori, was the only one who spoke.
Claire twisted to see who spoke and was struck by the tall, slender man who stepped from the shadows of the forest.
Shifting her attention from the tattooed man, Jenn rested her eyes on the young man, who glanced at her after Dustin spoke.
He stopped a short distance from the one who spoke and drew a knife.
The two spoke, and he felt Jenn's magic in the air as she exerted what control she could over Jonny.
At her silence, Yully spoke.
There was a tense silence and then she spoke.
He'd felt a need to apologize the last two times he spoke to Vara, but never would.
He spoke loudly enough for even those in the back row to hear.
They rode for a short distance before she spoke again.
He faced her as she spoke.
She knew the rumors that spoke of the Warlord being cursed.
His features paled and he bounded to his feet while the guard still spoke and motioned to two men at his right.
Sirian spoke to a flustered man near one wall.
It must remain pure, it must - - She spoke fast but faltered as he raised the dagger to her forearm.
The youth spoke a few commanding words.
When she spoke, her voice was cold.
Taran sank into a squat beside her, studying her as she spoke.
He spoke her name once.
He studied her for a long moment, and she saw his resistance give before he spoke.
Even as he spoke the words, he knew he couldn't sacrifice her for the kingdom.
As he spoke, he slid the sword through the woman's gullet and released her.
He snatched another woman as he spoke and stabbed her.
She froze at the faint voice, unable to determine if it was the demon who spoke.
He spoke, his voice quieting until Vara had to draw nearer.
Vara spoke off to the side with a warrior-like man in plain clothing of earthy colors.
As dawn broke across the sky, the elder demon who possessed Memon spoke to him.
The smooth bronze features were sober as he spoke.
His voice lowered and he spoke softly.
Right now it was enough to hear his deep voice, regardless of which language he spoke.