White Sentence Examples

His face is white, and he seems very weak.

She helped Destiny into a frilly white dress with yellow trim and they both finished up with white sandals.

Put on your white dress.

Alex pointed at a white horse prancing along the fence.

You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.

At last I fell asleep with a new doll and a white bear in my arms.

Destiny wanted to wear some jewelry too, so she let her wear the white pearl choker necklace that her mother had given her.

The other was white, with long golden curls.

Or I could refer you to Ireland, which is marked as one of the white or enlightened spots on the map.

They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.

The white sand blowing around looked like a Texas blizzard.

She was so pretty in her white dress.

She will be quite ill now, said Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.

Len's face was pasty white and for a moment she thought he was going to throw up.

He had white hair.

The first thing the little humbug did was to produce a tiny white piglet from underneath his hat and pretend to pull it apart, making two.

His face was white, but very homely.

She was anxiously administered to by several white coated escorts.

She went to the bedroom and pulled a white sundress from the closet.

He was turning white.

It was slightly after two o'clock when Dean saw Fitzgerald emerge from The Timberline Deli and stroll to his white Blazer parked on the street.

He smiled, revealing fangs among the neat row of white teeth.

The biohazard elimination field was marked by pristine white fencing.

She woke several times briefly; once to see Len and an older officer with white hair talking in the hallway outside her cubicle in the emergency room.

He stomped his boots and shook white flakes from his hat and coat before entering the house Cynthia poured them both a cup of coffee as he washed at the sink.

Her white hair and snowy skin glowed in the dim chamber.

Never in my twenty-nine years of white bread life had I encountered anything remotely similar to the fear I felt as that knife pressed in me.

His knuckles were white as he clenched the steering wheel, and his tall form hunched forward.

The off-the-shoulder style with its white lace made the most of her newly acquired tan, and the shiny black belt and full skirt made her waist look small.

The man in the white lab coat, Ully, jerked from his hunched position over a keyboard, and fear flashed in his eyes.

He squatted beside her, wrapping her arm in a clean white towel before he rose and strode to the desk along the far wall.

Andre snorted and motioned to the pristine white sofa.

She forced herself to continue to the apartment's entrance and flung open the door, revealing a hall with auxiliary lighting reflecting off a white marble floor.

The room smelled of vanilla mixed with some other exotic scent, the beds covered in soft white duvets with pumpkin- colored pillows.

She turned and raised an eyebrow at him, her rainbow eyes flashing with every color between white and black.

The lush Scottish Highlands around him were covered in a blanket of snow that stretched for miles, the white world interrupted only by a few narrow roads snaking in different directions.

It was not all black but had a white patch around one eye.

Toby laughed and tossed Rhyn another pillow, delighted when he snatched it from midair and shredded it in an explosion of white feathers.

The room consisted of a massive bed with black bedding and white pillows, a wardrobe and trunks, and yawning windows to the sky that light never touched.

He didn.t have to ask what Sasha did to her when her pretty blue eyes flared with white rage and then filled with tears.

Her nightmares that night involved her sister, Hannah, being eaten by the jaguar with the white patch over his eye.

The stark red of blood against white snow caught his attention, and he circled the park behind the castle.

The white Hummer limo made it up the snowy slope and slowed as it crossed the cleared cobblestone drive in front of the castle.

She was dressed in a long, white fur coat that Katie had no doubt cost more than a small house.

The hidden sun was setting, and the white snow clouds glowed eerily, lit by the last rays of light.

His white hair was streaked red with blood, his roving gaze tired.

She.d never understand a man like Kris, who saw the world only in black and white!

His face was white with pain, and Rhyn looked over his brother.

A'Ran waited, observing the tiny man with white eyes.

They were a handsome couple, the elegant woman's hair so fine and blonde it resembled white silk.

But it was August and that river isn't exactly world-class white water.

Please go to my boudoir, Jellia, and get the white piglet I left on the dressing-table.

He even thought something moved on that white spot.

Kiera followed as Evelyn turned toward the main house, a sprawling, single-story compound made of brilliant white stone and dotted with hundreds of glass-less windows.

The house was as brilliant white on the inside as it was outside.

Kiera lay on the bed an hour after Evelyn left, staring at the white ceiling with its brightly corded edges.

A'Ran, assuming his sisters could handle the newest member of their family, turned and started toward the white dwelling before him.

They walked a short distance to an open atrium in the center of the house, complete with a small oasis rising up from white stone and curved benches.

Unlike the cheerful white walls of the house, the tall wall was the unwelcome shade of dark grey that she'd begun to despise after days in the spaceships surrounded by it.

There were rows of grey chairs and several white benches in the rear, a handful of tables next to yawning windows, and a wall of what looked like constellation maps.

A'Ran said nothing, though he clenched the arms of his chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.

Another was hunch-backed and dressed in heavy robes despite the heat of the day, and a third man barely taller than her had white irises and silvering hair.

The small man with white irises drew near her, his eerie, unblinking gaze making her uncomfortable.

They nearly reached the women's wing when the strange little Council member with white eyes called out to her.

Her eyes welled with tears, and she ducked her head, turning white, then red.

Kiera looked around, speechless at the soaring ceilings, the atrium with a waterfall in the foyer, and pristine white walls covered with the multi-colored roping.

She had changed to the white dress, the one she'd worn to dinner that night and the hem touched the tops of her bare feet, which pointed downward.

The silk cord was fastened to the brass gas lamp that centered the ceiling of the room, the other end tightly knotted about her soft white neck.

I think the gal in my dream was wearing the same white dress he sold you.

She wore white slacks, an emerald-green silk blouse and high-heeled shoes.

Cynthia cooked something quick and Italian for dinner, small white things that looked as they would suddenly explode into butterflies, given sufficient time.

The white dress scarcely touched the tops of her bare feet and fitted her perfectly.

Edith looked up, rubbed a sleeve across her eyes to dry them, then brushed her hands down the white dress, smoothing the fabric against her legs.

Looks like Annie had a few good meals since she fit into that white dress, wouldn't you say?

Once more, she wore Annie Quincy's white dress.

She stopped and smiled, holding out the edges of her white dress as if to show it off.

When Dean answered it, Edith Shipton stood there, still clad in the white dress, that she now owned.

Fred held a large white handkerchief to his face.

Are you blowing your nose or waving a white flag?

Edith passed by, dressed in civies, her beloved white dress temporarily put aside.

She was dressed in white....

It probably was Edith Shipton in her white dress.

Dean brushed off a white cloud of flour and greeted a well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties standing in the hall.

Dean dreamed of white-dressed hookers smiling and calling to a line of seven little miners who looked suspiciously like Snow White's benefactors.

At least she wasn't wearing the Annie Quincy white dress.

Take off the rose colored glasses—'my sins will continue'—or better yet, wait until you decipher a few more pages and she gives it to you in black and white, chapter and verse and supplies the sinful details.

As Dean watched, scarcely breathing, she lifted the ancient white dress above her head in one motion and dropped it to the floor.

She was as white as the garment she now casually pushed with one foot behind a hall table.

The tall trees were draped in a white robe that had drifted to the earth, not snarled their way downward like the wind driven Eastern storms where snow was a dirty word, not the magical hush that mother nature bestowed on the mountains of the west.

Miss Annie's pretty much spelled it out in black and white in this here journal, even if it was in code.

As it tolled its final gong, Edith Shipton appeared, in her late night attire— the Annie Quincy white dress—her hair loosened about her shoulders.

Once beyond access to the river below, the seldom-used path presented an unbroken cover of fresh white, now blanketed in more than a foot of fresh powder, as it followed the large pipe toward the reservoir.

Perhaps I too will join her, before the lilacs and forsythia give color to this white and lonely landscape.

He informed Dean the climbers, who were due to check out later, had left for the ice park, grumbling at the heavy accumulation of snow which was abating to a last-ditch flurry after depositing thirty inches of fluffy white.

He pulled out a fingernail clipper and began clipping his nails, sending little white crescents flying about the room.

It was a signature day in Ouray, better than the best of the area's finest painted or photographed images with the sky so blue, the pines so green and the snow so white, you couldn't paint truer colors with an art store's inventory.

Thursday's storm had roared into town with uncommon severity, bringing with it not only more than two feet of fresh snow, but a wind that set the white stuff a-dancing and swirling about the town, like a wild rhumba or some native fertility rite.

She's just sitting in the room, in her white dress.

The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.

Dean made a move toward her, but she scurried out the door with a loud laugh, still naked, dragging her white dress behind her.

She had tied the silk cord to the brass gas lamp at the ceiling in the center of the room, before knotting the other end about her soft white neck.

It was on plain white notepaper, lined and firmly creased, written somewhat shakily with an ink pen, in the dainty script of a woman.

Mrs. Shipton was packaged a little loosely to start with, so the white dress and her being pregnant and all just pushed her all the further.

She mimicked Annie from the beginning—wearing the white dress—dying her hair—candles in the room.

Then she added, "Did Edith wear her white dress when she came to...your bed?"

That's more of a stretch than trying to fit Gladys Turnbull in Annie's white dress.

Between bites he added, I even brought the white dress.

One of them bundles says it's Mrs. Shipton's stuff but all it has in it is the white dress.

You thought it went to the hospital, in a pocket of the white dress.

Edith didn't have anything on but the white dress.

He must have put Annie Quincy's white dress on her.

Annie's white dress would easily slip over her head.

He turned, looking over the back of the sofa and there she stood in a plush white robe with a towel on her head and yes, she definitely had a waddle to her walk.

It was pink with white tips, in an antique brass planter.

It was white, the least showy.

Connor asked, "White or black?"

It was only a white lie since a jeweler there had set the stone.

His face went white.

The sun wouldn't be up for another hour, but the block walls of the dairy loomed clearly in the white landscape.

That's why the kid is all white.

The huge white dog lowered his head and bared his teeth at the stranger.

He cowered in the corner, clutching a white hen in his mouth.

The sky hung like a gray sheet over the white landscape and huge flakes continued to fall.

With deadly accuracy, she threw the ball at him, laughing when it bounced off his leather coat and sprayed a mist of white crystals in his face.

A huge white sycamore skeleton sprawled on the gravel beach, its bark long gone.

This time the car he rented was a little white 4-door car.

Late Friday evening she was returning from the barn when he drove into the yard in a white Dodge Ram Pick up.

Snowflake must be the little white doe you decided to keep.

His hands balled into fists and the knuckles turned as white as the line around his lips.

She was mostly white with freckles across her haunches and a few spots on her neck and chest.

Brown eyes with long white lashes stared at Carmen with obvious curiosity.

Roving searchlights splashed the Undersecretary with brilliant white light.

The muscular woman, with short blond hair and clad in black tactical gear, stood in a stark white hallway.

The cameras in the mountain showed a white haze hugging the ceilings and the unmoving bodies of the men and women in the mountain.

Gabriel cursed under his breath.  He had no way of knowing what kind of test a deity like Death could create, but it wasn't likely to be good.  While he had full faith in Rhyn, he also knew better than to trust the petite woman in white standing in his dream.

She wore white and smiled, more like a nursemaid than the woman whose job was to collect souls.

Yeah, but you're really white.

I shrugged and said, "I burn easily…because I'm so white."

He had awakened a few moments before the usual time, ordinarily a good sign, but after rubbing open his eyes, he discovered it was a white day, hazy and sultry, without a speck of blue in the sky.

White days weren't supposed to show up until at least July, certainly not in early May.

White days were always like that.

He has a black and white sense of right and wrong.

The late spring sun had finally fought its way out of the white haze and was slipping down in the west, painting the countryside in yellow brush strokes.

White days and Philadelphia had that effect.

Small talk progressed to let's-go-someplace-else and before Dean knew it, he was between Ethel Rosewater's white silk sheets.

There was also a small sheet of white paper listing 11.2 gallons of gas purchased in Aberdeen, Maryland, a mileage figure and the amount of the purchase.

I'd have my white hat on but it was still dark when I dressed.

She took a plain sheet of white paper from her desk and proceeded with flying fingers to type the 14 names and addresses using an old manual typewriter.

The trail dead-ended at a faded white house at the edge of a clearing that commanded a view of the val­ley below.

The attendant ushered them into a sterile room of white tile and stainless steel.

The corpse was covered with a white sheet, but before pulling the cloth back, the attendant again looked at Cynthia, who nodded.

The body looked like a flipped fish—a huge white under belly.

He maneuvered her arms out of her jacket and white frilly blouse.

He then draped a second towel across the lower part of her body and removed her panties, no "Thursday" cotton things, but small and white.

What was supposed to be sunshine, mild temperature and puffy white clouds turned out to be intermittent showers and a sky as gray as Dean's sweat socks.

Dean asked her about the motor home but she could give lit­tle information except to say it was boxy looking and blue...or white...or light colored.

His expression went white.

She opened her pocketbook and pulled out a white envelope and thrust it at Dean.

A short stocky man in a white T-shirt and matching sneakers jabbed a hand at Alex.

The filly was mostly white with a few brown spots – almost the opposite of her mother.

Both Ed and Princess were a red-brown color with white speckles on their haunches – typical Appaloosas.

She showered and put on a white sundress with a full skirt and spaghetti straps.

Alex drove his white Dodge truck home and she followed him in her new white Buick Le Sabre feeling equal amounts of joy and guilt.

A white truck pulled into the yard but Josh didn't look that way.

That evening she prepared a special supper for Alex and dressed in the white sundress he liked so well.

The sight of the white dodge ram truck threw her pulse into high gear.

The white sandal heels gave the ensemble a dressy look.

The box contained a pair of earrings - delicate filigree in white gold with sparkling diamonds.

The earrings would go well with her white lace and satin wedding dress – and her wedding ring, of course.

The wedding ring was white gold filigree with tiny diamonds.

Through the living room window Carmen saw a white truck slow down to pull in the drive.

Tables were covered with white linen table cloths and adorned with violet colored napkins inside light gray napkin holders.

It's basically carbonated white grape juice.

So when did you become the great white hunter?

At first she didn't see the white form in the hay.

That evening she was fixing supper when she glanced out the window in time to see a white truck pull up at her house.

His teeth were white in the reflection of the flashlight.

Like pieces of white glitter, frost winked back at the sun from the grass and the top of the old farmhouse.

The white block walls of the dairy remained solid, but the windows were dark.

A white wisp of fog was the only clue that it was actually warmer than the crisp March morning.

The white Appaloosa would be three years old in July.

It took her the better part of an hour to locate the cow, and if it hadn't been for the white form that raced out to meet them, she might have missed the cow in the hollow with her two calves.

White tailed deer, as well as an abundance of smaller wildlife already frequented the ranch, so his North American Safari had its foundation.

The rabbit leaped into the air, and bolted across the field, his white tail visible above the tall grass with each bound.

A thin white line formed around his lips.

His hands were balled into fists at his sides and the knuckles were white.

Something white glistened in the flowers.

As she walked out with the full cup, she noticed Alex talking to a man in a white smock.

The White God, Darian, strode through his marble halls, the soft footfalls of his leather boots the only sound in the imperial corridor.

The eldest of any of the White Gods to mate, he'd been lauded with celebrations for days upon the announcement that he'd chosen a bride.

The White God heard the note of sadness.

Their betrothal was short by White God standards, a matter of six days.

She's not of much use to the White God.

He had a streak of honor that marked him the son of a White God as much as his golden eyes.

They passed the obelisk marked with the White God's lineage.

I'm the White God.

I trust you more than anyone, Jule, but these rumors of wars between immortals have been around for three generations of White Gods.

No White God has fallen in the history of our worlds.

No one would stand in the way of a White God, even an abusive, power-hungry father.

The White God fell into a heap.

Only a member of the White God's family can kill him.

Slay the White God, slay the balance.

He walked like he was the White God, with confidence and command.

She recognized the necklace that marked Darian as the White God.

He leaned over to her and yanked off the necklace marking her as the mate of the White God.

She walked through the gateway and imagined herself as important as the White God walking into his palace.

Only the sons of a White God had eyes the color of amber!

The only Guardians in existence are now in the mortal realm, and you are now the White God.

The people around her—the White God she was sworn to serve as a Guardian—needed her.

She felt the sudden urge to run again, as far as she could from her past, Talia's death, the bleak future of the White God and his Guardians.

Your fate is with the White God, Jenn.

If she didn't make it out of here, she'd at least go down serving the Guardians and the White God.

Darian walked down the hall and stairwell to the study where his brother, the White God Damian, was probably plotting how to outsmart the pesky little immortals who'd declared war on them.

Darian watched his little brother, at once proud of the White God that Damian had grown into and crushed by the sense of his own failure.

He'd begun to remember his life as the White God, memories that had been trapped in darkness for so long.

How does the White God get put on babysitting duty?

He'd expected the Grey God's powers to be like the White God's, yet they weren't.

Although he couldn't do everything he'd been able to do as a White God, he'd gained other abilities.

More importantly, she had to find out what Jonny's next step was, once the month-long truce between White and Black Gods was up.

The White Gods had a long tradition of finding and mating with Oracles.

I believe Damian has a Hunter among his men, but the White God refuses to speak to me anymore.

He approached what had been one of many former safe houses belonging to the White God near the base of the Tucson Mountains.

While she'd been one of the original Guardians to escape the immortal world with Damian, she'd also been at the bottom of the totem pole, once the Guardians in the mortal world rallied around their White God.

Jenn stepped away but felt the White God watching her.

Jenn waited until he disappeared as he Traveled to the White God's headquarters.

But he seemed calmer than the White God, more driven.

Her mate, the White God Damian, sat with his adopted brothers, the assassin Dusty and the Original Immortal Jule.

The White God hadn't said a word, until requesting a hostage of his own in exchange for sending his brother to live with the Black God.

If all was as it used to be, at one end of the orchard was the White God's palace, a place a woman raised as a peasant had never seen.

One eye still glowed gold, the telltale sign of those born into the White God's family.

Her gaze flickered towards the other end of the orchard, where the White God's palace had been.

That was probably the worst lesson for someone who was a White God.

No one was in the White God's study.

As the White and Black Gods of this earth, you are bound by the requirement to turn the violator over to us.

The White God winked at him, and Darian resisted the urge to snort.

Darian asked, stepping into the center of the room beside the White and Black Gods.

Darian smiled, doubting the White God would remotely agree with the two women before him but proud of them nonetheless.

She'd killed one White God and been killed by another.

It was pristine and white, rising out of the ground like a natural formation.

In his time as White God, the obelisk had been the source and seat of power for the White Gods in the immortal world.

Damian's son would be the first White God born outside of the immortal world, and not even Jule dared to guess what that would mean for the White God's power.

It was so before the Schism, when the White God took an Oracle as his bride and was himself betrayed.

As the White God, he was sworn to protect humanity.

I'm here because it's the will of the White God.

She wore the mark of Darian, the firstborn of the White God.

Sofi wore the White God's pendant, Bianca wore Dusty's mark, and Yully wore Jule's.

You're not a White God.

Unlike you, a White God had some choice in who he took as a mate.

She was proud of what she'd done, how she'd beaten the White God.

The lives of the White God's mate, and her best friend's mate, were in her hands.

She didn't expect her life to change quite so fast or to be accepted into the White God's family with such ease.

Even carrying a White God, Jenn couldn't explain Sofi's pregnancy accelerating so fast, unless …"Wait, exactly how long have you been here?"

She's no longer your sister, not when she serves the White God.

Memories of a time when he'd been happy as the White God with his Oracle at his side.

It radiated power, the seat of the White God's magic.

She touched her name, leaving bloodied streaks on the white marble.

White lightning snaked through the air.

Magic shot off him in bursts of black and white lightning.

They burst into white flames.

White fire spewed from the ground upward, towards the sky.

Damian studied him, the White God's power swirling in the space between them.

Taran stepped into a cavernous bedchamber lit by low burning hearths and scented by the white flowers sitting in each window.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of white tents were neatly aligned outside the wall.

White and black feathered arrows suddenly poured from the surrounding forest.

He watched the massive white cliffs grow closer, awed by their size.

The ship sloshed through dark teal waters toward a crescent-shaped bay with white sands that glistened in the midday light.

Her beloved walls stood strong and beautiful, the white stone streaked with peach.

Carmen was dressed in a short pink dress and white tights.

At first I thought you had a white buffalo out there and then I realized it was a dog.

Gerald chuckled as he reached for the white Appaloosa mare.

Skunks are black and white, aren't they?

Lightning flashed and Ed's head came up, his eyes showing white.

She was dressed in indigo jeans and a white cotton shirt with turquoise piping.

Rob was silent, a large white patch across his nose.

Bronzed skin contrasted in an attractive way with the white muscle shirt.

As she suspected he would, Alex presented her with a fluffy white kitten with bright green eyes less than two weeks after Sam gave her the puppy.

This one wore a short sleeved shirt, jeans and white sneakers.

The deer paused only a second when it saw her, and then bounded across the clearing, its white tail held erect.

It was black with white speckles all over its back.

He was dressed in a spotless white pocket T-shirt and white sneakers - hardly clothes for a farm hand.

The fluffy white tail of a rabbit bobbed through the brush as the terrified animal bounded away.

She lifted her face from his chest long enough to glance through the kitchen window and saw the huge white chunks of ice plunging to the ground.

Indigo jeans clung to his lean hips, but he still wore the white sneakers.

He reached out and claimed her hand, running a finger around the white band where her engagement ring had been.

She slipped into a pair of white sandals and grabbed her purse, giving her long curls a toss to send them cascading down her back instead of tickling her shoulders.

Clarissa sat her chair like a queen on a throne, the toe of a red pump and a white plaster clad foot peeping out from under her long gown.

Xander pushed himself up, eyes on her blue lips and white skin.

From this point, Xander was able to see most of the city, including the white dome of the palace at its center that marked the home of one of the three Gods that ruled the immortal realm.

The Black God and White God are becoming allies.

I can take the Black God next and the White God.

Of all the White God's brothers, Dusty was the one most likely to understand Xander's position.

In the middle of the white bed, she looked small.

Jessi crossed to the wardrobe the same color white as the walls and opened it.

Stronger than his curiosity was the knowledge that he wanted nothing to do with whatever Jonny was planning, no doubt against the White God, his sworn enemy.

The most patient of the White God's brothers, Jule had a calming influence on those around him, including Xander, who felt his ever-present restlessness retreat some.

Damian, the White God, had tried to task him twice in the past few months.

Sofi, the wife of the White God, Damian, was the most powerful Oracle Xander had ever met in his long history.

He knew Jule was able to balance his alliance with the White God and his alliance with Xander.

Wiry and lean, Darian's golden gaze was identical to that of his brother, the White God.

She raised the flashlight, her attention caught by the dark stain on his white shirt.

A decal with the symbol of the White God – a sun and moon with an arrow through it – was in the corner of one window.

They were the same shade of white as the rest of his teeth and seemed a natural extension from his gums.

He appeared in the middle of the White God's compound and began walking.

Xander had no pity for the woman who betrayed the Grey God, Darian, and his brother, the White God.

This is the compound of Damian, the White God.

Jessi, this is Damian, the White God and head of the Guardians.

Jonny was a good kid who had to go bad in order to control the vamps at his disposal and counter the White God's influence.

If Xander knew and Jule knew, so did Damian, the White God.

The White God, Damian, was cool and wary, his white-blonde hair, golden eyes and subtle white glow the opposite of Xander's darker presence.

Rather than piss off the White God, Xander sensed he'd walked into a trap of some sort.

The White God didn't invite the Original Vamp into his home out of a sense of kindness or moral obligation.

His piece said, the White God left.

Xander's gaze remained where the White God had been.

He would never admit that the White God was right aloud, but he began to think he already left his safe corner by placing his fate in Jessi's hands.

She exited the main house where the White God's family lived and looked around, uncertain where to go.

The White God's voice made her turn.

A white desk crammed in a corner was covered with teen magazines, and a box of beads had spilled and scattered a rainbow across the carpet.

A door in one wall was open to reveal the white porcelain sink of a bathroom, and the wall opposite the TV held a kitchenette.

The White God took Xander's arm while the Grey God grabbed Jonny's.