Through Sentence Examples
He ran a hand through his hair.
Soldiers were marching through the fields.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
She ran a comb through her hair, deciding not to re-braid the top part.
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.Advertisement
One day as he was riding through the woods, some British soldiers saw him.
I know, we've been all through this before - but I still don't understand.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
All of us, through the choices we make.
One day a traveler was walking through a part of Italy where a great many sheep were pasturing.Advertisement
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
Through it she heard the mumbling of the reverend, but not the words.
Coldness ran through her.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
She smiled at Pierre through her tears.Advertisement
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
He led his armies through many countries.
Natasha, raising her face for a moment from her mother's mantilla, glanced up at her through tears of laughter, and again hid her face.
Let's not go through this again.
You processed the information through your ears.Advertisement
This is that portion, also, where in the spring, the ice being warmed by the heat of the sun reflected from the bottom, and also transmitted through the earth, melts first and forms a narrow canal about the still frozen middle.
All through the night he sat among the abbey cows, and sang his wonderful song.
They lived about a mile off through the woods, and were quite used to the route.
You've been through a lot.
Imagine a computer culling through this massive amount of data, inconceivably large, and pulling out patterns.Advertisement
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.
Natasha lifted her up, hugged her, and, smiling through her tears, began comforting her.
She opened her eyes and squinted up at him through the sunlight.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
On the one hand there is fear and regret for the loss of the whole edifice constructed through the ages, on the other is the passion for destruction.
When I was four years old, as I well remember, I was brought from Boston to this my native town, through these very woods and this field, to the pond.
Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
He turned his horse and started through the herd.
She sighed and wandered through the spotless kitchen.
The second is through the division of labor and free trade.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
I think that there are very few important communications made through it.
The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
She stepped through the last of the brush.
You've only been strangled nearly to death and gone through a terrible scare.
She crunched through the snow back to the house and removed her coat and boots before entering the living room.
Sofia listened and trailed them through the house that resembled a frat house.
We had a scare there, but she pulled through.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
The second way to create wealth is through the division of labor and trade.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
A quick glance through the window revealed the black car stopping beside the building.
He didn't look at her when she walked through.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through her window.
I glanced through it.
He comes in through a hole in the floor.
They rode through the herd, which paid little attention to their passage.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority.
Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death.
General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
After a mind boggling search through more investment files, she found his savings account.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
Her heart attempted a painful escape through her throat.
At one point he splashed through a mud puddle, throwing mud and water all over her.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
Exhaustion forced her to sleep through the night.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Brandon ride up and dismount.
I worked my way through college.
He nodded absently as he searched through the mail.
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
A townsman told me that when he met him sauntering through the village in his small close-fitting cap, and whistling to himself, he reminded him of a prince in disguise.
He must understand what Alex had been through.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
She was searching through her house for some unidentified object when a shadow emerged from the dark.
The window was barely large enough for her to pass through, but she might be able to get out that way.
Let me know when you're through talking.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
His expression softened and he shrugged, "A security guard doesn't simply sit in the guard house and watch the cars go through the gate, you know."
That was the only way to make it through college.
An idea flashed through her brain and left a frown on her face.
Brandon flipped through the radio stations, pausing on an "Oldies" channel.
If you guys are through socializing, we'd better get moving.
Bordeaux studied the dust through a pair of field glasses.
An Indian on a painted horse leaped through the opening.
This isn't the first dust storm you've been through, is it?
When she woke again, daylight was streaming in through the cave opening.
But their conversation... was an expression of love for a sibling – siblings that had apparently been through a lot together.
We've been all through this a zillion times.
She leafed through the book, looking for a clue.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
She mused through the kitchen cabinets, her attention settling on the can of cocoa.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
She laughed nervously, acutely aware of the warmth of his hands through her cotton dress.
Through his shirt sleeves she could feel the swell of his biceps and her heart jumped into high gear.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
Was it possible for him to sleep through this weather?
She's not comprehended the depth of my intelligence to see through her guise.
Glancing through the open door of the adjoining room where I'd left Howie, I found it not only empty, but absent of Quinn's equipment as well!
It was late day-three by our calculations when we broke through.
She dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out the stash of one dollar bills she'd been given for trips to the candy machine down the hall.
She blew her nose loudly and looked at him through blurry eyes.
She blinked rapidly, startled by the sensations going through her.
You can dig through those as well.
But he stopped, a twinge of something akin to regret filtering through the hard layers protecting his emotions.
Dainty cat prints trekked through the flour she'd spilled on the counter.
She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.
And through this, peace is promoted.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves Abolitionists should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail through them.
Suddenly he thought he heard a strange noise through the door.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
If she doesn't have custody, then why go through all this?
A chill ran through him.
Jenn ran through the halls, certain no vamp was about to get in her way when all of them so far were dead.
Sofia sighed and raked a hand through her hair.
Coldness seeped through her as she watched the familiar scene before her.
Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.
Damian could feel his ire through the screen.
Moonlight drifted in through a window, and she stared in confusion.
Pierre asked, agitated as he trotted through the gate.
Rainy roared as he tore through the house.
Pierre motioned Sofia aside as the mad rush went through the house to the garage.
Cold energy shot through Deidre, and she flinched.
She ran her fingers through her hair.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
Slowly but steadily the heartless Mangaboos drove them on, until they had passed through the city and the gardens and come to the broad plains leading to the mountain.
The mouth of the hole was nearly filled up now, but the kitten gave a leap through the remaining opening and at once scampered up into the air.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
The schoolhouse was two or three miles from home, but he did not mind the long walk through the woods and over the hills.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
Today, we discover things like "Wellbutrin helps people stop smoking" through chance and dumb luck.
Not long from now, computers will systematically look through trillions upon trillions of pieces of data for these associations.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
In the very nature of things, articulation is an unsatisfactory means of education; while the use of the manual alphabet quickens and invigorates mental activity, since through it the deaf child is brought into close contact with the English language, and the highest and most abstract ideas may be conveyed to the mind readily and accurately.
What mysterious force guided the seedling from the dark earth up to the light, through leaf and stem and bud, to glorious fulfilment in the perfect flower?
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
It is by this time mere vegetable mould and undistinguishable pond shore, through which rushes and flags have pushed up.
Only someone's orderly passed through the gateway, splashing through the mud, and talked to the innkeeper.
Who? flashed for an instant through his mind.
Nicholas was the first to meet her, as the countess' room could only be reached through his.
After a while they were riding around the side of a steep hill through tall grass.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.
She stared through the window at the trail.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
As they climbed out of the car, a screen door squealed on the front porch and a short stocky man emerged, running a hand through graying hair.
His warm hands slid under her jacket and explored her back through her T-shirt.
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
I'm working my way through college, but what have I ever done to give you the idea I was destitute?
Through her bedroom doorway, Adrienne watched him as he listened solemnly.
Why go through all that pain again, when she had almost succeeded in putting him in the past - almost, but not quite.
I've been through this so many times I could do it in my sleep.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
He sorted around through the sand and finally motioned for her to follow.
She breathed through her mouth, gasping for each breath.
With long strides, he started toward her, pushing his way through the crowd.
The sun was trying to force its way through the curtains.
Judging by the conversation she had overheard yesterday between Darcie and Bordeaux, the woman had lived through quite an experience of her own.
You went through all of that just to buy this little ranch?
Haven't you been through enough danger in the past two weeks?
Bordeaux pulled the team off the road, following a trail off through the pasture.
Cynthia Turley was in the middle of cleaning his favorite table when he walked through the diner door.
Slowly the facts were beginning to seep through the layer of shock.
With the laundry washing and the sun peeping through curtainless panes, she set out to explore the house.
Lacing his fingers through hers, his palms touched hers – so warm and exciting.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
He squatted and took some of the freshly dug soil in his hand, crushing the lumps and letting the dust run through his fingers.
He came through the door, his hands behind him and a smug look on his face.
She smiled through her tears.
He followed her out of the room, guiding her through the door with a light touch on her waist.
After all you've gone through, it's a shame you can't even get a decent night's sleep.
I just hate to see Howie suffering; especially after all he's gone through.
I tried to touch a hand rail next to me, but I just passed through it!
I started to move along the sidewalk and an old man stepped out of a doorway and passed right through me!
I reached for the door, but my hand passed through it.
We plodded our way through dinner but the disappointment of the bad news phone call weighted on everyone's mind.
I've not slept through the night since this monster began killing people!
I was put through to Agnes Delanco.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
I was dragged to my feet from behind by my captor as police burst through the door and the room ignited with the blinding glow of several flash lights.
After I found out you weren't critical, I tried to call Quinn and Howie but I didn't get through.
While I waited for my, wife's return I sifted through the startling news she'd told me.
It was a Boston and I searched through it, searching to see if Ethel Reagan was still tracking the Psychic Tipster.
A thousand thought and memories shuffled through my brain like black jack deck.
Let's think this through.
Our motel was at least five or six miles up the coast highway through town.
The unspeakable deeds of this animal who held us were well known to me, vicariously, through the notes of Howie's visits to his past.
He ran his hands through his wet hair again.
She studied him, alarm swirling through her for the first time.
She planted her hand on his forehead, coolness flowing through her.
Light strobed through cracks in the boards, and the sidewalks teemed with shady-looking characters dressed all in black.
He snatched her and half carried, half dragged her through the kitchen's opposite door.
She whimpered at the sensation of knives going through her arm and almost fainted.
She looked up, fear and anger flashing through her.
She careened into the door frame, a flash of pain going through her head.
The cool energy her body produced when she healed streamed through her, rousing her as it repaired the latest damage.
None had time to grab the weapons under their cots before gunfire exploded through the garage door and slammed into them.
Two men in black darted through the bodies and into the house while two more hung back at the garage entrance.
She peered through her eyelashes at two armed men stopped in front of her.
Another warm buzz traveled through her, scattering her thoughts at his nearness and scent.
He understood what it was to lose a sister and hoped the stupid kid before him never went through that pain.
Unease spiraled through her.
Her words sent a streak of cold through him.
Cold fear spiraled through her.
Dusty echoed, anger burning through him.
He held up a hand, fascinated to see through it to the car parked in front of him.
She stared at him through listless eyes, the gaze of a human awaiting only the final step in the transformation process.
Tired, she wiped her eyes, an ache fluttering through her at the lingering scent of Dusty on her skin.
I need to be at full strength to send us back through the portal.
The memory-- fuzzy for fifteen years-- grew crisp, and surprise and hope went through her as she recalled the night that'd changed everything.
She shuddered to her core at the evil peering through his gaze, feeling very much like the devil was offering her a deal without telling her the price.
He was surrounded by the half-vamp, half-human creatures of the town and waded through them to where Dusty stood.
The storm roared in through the ceiling, hail and water pelting her body while thunder deafened her.
She gave a strangled cry as Dusty twisted out of reach, the sword slicing through the back of his shirt.
She turned to see the hall in disarray, a mist darker than night slowly creeping through the crowd.
Bianca's cool magic ran through his body, repairing all but his exhaustion.
Damian suspected what kind of hell Dusty had been through and was pleased to see his trusted friend looking good.
He slowed as he reached an intersection and made his way through the town to the outskirts, where small houses lined the street.
Bitterness crept through her as she dwelled on his words.
Instead of ducking into the ladies' room, she pushed through the back entrance, which emptied out into a dark, rainy alley.
She shoved the phone and her hands in her pockets to keep them warm as she picked her way through the littered alley.
Jule rose and maneuvered through the crowd and down the small hall.
A blast of cold tore through him as she directed her magic into him.
She gasped, recognizing it as the one he wore often, the heirloom passed down through his ancestors.
She responded, shivering at the energy that fluttered through her when their lips touched.
His energy rippled through her, making her gasp at the intensity of the touch that lit her blood on fire.
Relief filtered through her; he hadn't found Jule.
The sensations whipped through him, reminding him how human he really was.
Muddling through the sensations, she sensed her father's magic.
His power moved through her like a wind in a forest.
Everything in the room radiated some sort of subtle energy, and she waded through the energies, marveling and confused by them.
The magic crept up through her shoes and into her legs, warming her body as it went.
Jenn trotted through the halls, hopping over dead vamps as she went.
Alarmed, she picked her way through the rows of machines towards the door leading to the sparring mats.
She whipped around, weapon pointed at Xander as he appeared through the doorway.
Xander stepped aside and Jonny walked through the front door.
Let's see if you can make it through the month, he said and dropped the cell.
Vamps moved out of his way as he strode through the halls, and several bowed their heads as he passed.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
He felt her turmoil through their bond and ached to ease her pain.
He was driving … Jule skipped through the details of Yully's car.… Another figure followed them.
She took it, his power moving through her and making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Jule rose and paced, anger rippling through him.
Hardening, Jenn turned away and retreated through the forest and rocks to the compound.
The vamp strode towards the fortress and cut through a trail to the rocky area to the west.
They moved through the people with ease and walked up the low hill.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Resolved, she trailed her father down the hill, through the people who couldn't see them, and to the awaiting car.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
In it, he describes what you're going through.
She joined crowds of people milling through downtown Crystal City to see the Christmas displays and shop.
Most stations had one of the Guardians—or Naturals—capable of Traveling great distances the way he did, by using magic to slip through space and time and end up elsewhere.
Her apartment was cold, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, making her head pound harder.
She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
Fear flew through her as she recalled the disjointed dreams.
The room was dark aside from curtains opened to allow the moon to shine through.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.
The warmth of his hand drifted up her arm and through her, comforting her.
His touch sent a tremor of fire through her, and she was embarrassed to feel her hormones stir.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
Sofia tried to focus on flipping through a magazine.
Standing in the hall, she couldn't stop the fear that slid through her.
Sofia watched the scenery turn from urban to rural and recognized the roads leading up to Skyline Drive, the scenic route running through the mountains of northern Virginia.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
He injected the gel into her arm, and warmth spread through her.
Fire formed in her stomach, racing through her.
You must live through this.
He snatched Jake as a knife sliced through the air where the newbie appeared.
He sliced through two vamps before shooting the other two in the small courtyard.
Damian slashed through Jilian, and the vamp dropped.
Yet the sensation of fire creeping through her remained.
Jake's death flashed through her thoughts.
She took a shower and padded through the quiet mansion to the kitchen.
She shook her head, fear spiraling through her.
Maybe. We have to get through this first.
Horror and hunger surged through her.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
You have no idea what he went through to save you.
She closed her eyes, more of his home videos playing through her mind.
She tried to sift through her emotions before she returned to his door.
Without looking at her, he strode through the doors into the courtyard.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
Bitterness slithered through her.
She sneaked a look at his face, surprised to see the warm smile there as he read through her notes.
If she closed her eyes, she would see the black memories crossing through his mind, but she allowed him his privacy.
She pulled away, her anger rippling through him.
Hunger for him—not just his blood—roared through her.
Touching him sent warm energy racing through her blood.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
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.
She peeked through the crack in the door to see the voice of the speaker.
A thrill went through her.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
Dustin began sorting through them.
Dread trickled through her.
He couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him.
She sifted through the pictures, aware of the intent attention the others paid her.
He roared and slammed his hands on the desk at the far end of the library, unable to stop the images racing through his mind.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
Darian had quieted as the scenes of his violent demise played through her dreams.
Linda looked at her, and she cleared her throat, anger spiraling through her again.
We met when he was a teen and went through some rough stuff together.
Something warm drifted through her, and her body felt like it was floating.
A flash of darkness went through his gaze, and the same sense of hidden fury returned.
He was a saint through and through for rubbing her back instead of seducing her.
We've all gone through that stage.
Damian managed to get the difficult words out through clenched teeth.
Whatever he was going through, he was doing his best to block her.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
The burst of furious power shot through her, the shockwave rattling the windows of the house.
Cold fear trickled through her.
Hot desire flowed through her and was mirrored on his face.
He'd heard it in her thoughts even if she didn't speak the words, and her ability to see through him as he did everyone else amazed him.
Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.
He entered three codes and crossed through three doors, walked down a hall too narrow for him to walk straight, and retreated to his room.
In a few minutes, they were strolling through the mall once more.
Fear swept through her, and he offered a tight smile.
Nothing here can get through me.
The sense of normalcy faded as they moved through the mall.
Damian dropped to the floor with a roar, his eyes blurring as more fire and liquid tore through him.
Jule wasn't the type of man who worried about anything, and fear slid through her.
She waved Sofia over frantically before climbing on top of the sink and wriggling through the window.
She grabbed Traci's hand, and she picked her way through the death until she found the vamp she sought.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
He dropped his arm, and she picked her way through the bodies, covering her mouth to keep from vomiting.
Sofia sifted through them.
We gotta think this one through, Jule.
Her apprehension grew as the vamp led her down a maze of hallways through scores of other vamps and past multiple doorways.
His stunted memories collided with the others running through her mind.
But he showed no sign of life as he took up his position in his corner, and desperation crept through her.