Her vision was blurred by unshed tears.
Her vision blurred with tears.
I had trouble sleeping on the sofa because I kept thinking about my vision from earlier.
Katie's vision blurred and grew dark.
Her vision blurred with tears, and she stood precariously.
The sun was brilliant, the pinks and oranges – combined with the multiple shades of blue sky as it lightened – creating a vision beyond that of any dream.
She cried until she was too tired to cry more and drifted into a vision, reliving the few moments she spent with Jilian.
She beat him with her fists until finally her vision began to fail.
The vision in her mind made her bones too weak to hold her on their own.
As she bent to tie her shoes, a gory vision made her stagger.
Are you telling me this psychic person saw a vision of it?
Accompanying it was a vision of the shadow world.
Water, sand, and hair stung her vision and lungs.
Her vision cleared, and she looked into the face of the man from her vision, though he was much younger standing before her.
Her world was beginning to spin as she realized her vision had come true.
I mean, we're siccing the police after someone Howie saw in... a vision, for God's sake!
The foresight or vision that Kris did.
All the while, I couldn't block the vision of the wife I so loved, being herded at knife point.
She thought the man before her old because of his silver until her vision cleared and she saw his face.
Another vision, one of the Arch through the branches of a tree.
I'm the guy with no past and I have this... earlier vision and it's not even my memory.
Howie, I'm sorry if this vision was disturbing, but it's really interesting.
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
It was accompanied by a vision of her chamber.
A vision formed before him.
Deidre braced her hands against his chest, tunnel-vision forming.
I had barely taken a sip when I had a vision of a motor home I'd recently seen in Keene, with California plates!
Damian's call pulled her from the vision replaying in her head.
No vision came to her and she continued.
She found herself sketching him as she'd seen him in the vision from what felt like years ago when they walked hand-in-hand on the dead planet.
It was in this way that she learned to use correctly words of sound and vision which express ideas outside of her experience.
Her eyes snapped closed, her last vision that of the most striking man she'd ever seen.
A vision of the beach where she met Gabriel told her who it was.
It wasn't Darkyn, and the vision accompanying it was from the shadow world.
The pain and the sight of her blood made her vision dim.
The Coal Tower Restaurant was part of this vision, and was opened in 1976.
Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.
The vision of him on top of her protruded into her thoughts again.
She saw Damian watch the new king get his tattoo as a rite of passage, saw it again as Claire made love to the man meant to be her husband, saw it in Isac's vision as he hacked the tattooed man apart.
Tears made her vision blur again.
The engineer does not forget at night, or his nature does not, that he has beheld this vision of serenity and purity once at least during the day.
Dark splotches hindered her vision and she paused, planting a hand firmly on the counter for support.
A pulse of warmth dispelled the tunnel vision that had begun to form.
Her vision cleared to reveal she now stood in a luxurious living room with several people in front of her displaying varying levels of alarm on their faces.
Her blurred vision fell to the corner, where a creature with glowing emerald eyes crouched.
She blinked and turned at the voice, not recognizing the American nerd until her vision cleared.
And without linking up the events of the day or drawing a conclusion from them, Pierre closed his eyes, seeing a vision of the country in summertime mingled with memories of bathing and of the liquid, vibrating globe, and he sank into water so that it closed over his head.
I don't disagree and God knows I have no more idea what's causing these visions but they're ruling his life right now.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
She dropped to her knees, the vision of Logan's faceless body forefront in her thoughts.
She squeezed her eyes closed, ears buzzing and tunnel vision forming.
The kids were talking to her, but she had trouble focusing on anything outside of keeping the buzzing in her ears from pushing her beyond tunnel-vision into the darkness.
She gripped it, vision blurred and balance precarious atop the four-inch heels.
Instead, she tried to keep her trembling body upright and her vision from growing tunneled.
Her head was spinning, her vision narrowing, and she paused close enough to Rhyn to lean against him.
And yet, she still felt his hands on her body, smelled his scent, saw the vision from their touch.
Her vision was too blurry for her to see much beyond hazy shapes and colors.
Death is the only definite, and so it's the first vision you see until you hone your skills.
Instead, he'd found his vision unchanged.
Grass tickled her hands, a chilled wind nipped her neck, and the scents from her vision intensified until she was near gagging.
She thought of the image she'd seen so long ago when she met A'Ran, the vision of them walking together on the dead planet.
Her face flamed hot as she saw the image from her vision: the two of them holding hands while gazing at each other adoringly and walking on the cracked planet.