Words Sentence Examples
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
Deidre braced herself for his violent reaction or words.
I don't expect them or anyone else to make deals with you for me, she said, hurt as much by his words as the thought that there was no one outside of Hell who wished her well.
More words leapt from the page.
The words just lay there like road kill on a summer highway.
You can always walk away, she told him, repeating the words Darkyn used to lure her into the deal they made originally.
The words swirled off the page and morphed into images of men and women.
The images faded and morphed back into words that dropped to the pages.
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Her words were a bucket of water on a fire, so quickly they extinguished the blazing tempers.
A familiar face appeared from the words, the golden-skinned deity she nicknamed Mr. Checkmate the first time they met at the Immortal Sanctuary.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
Past-Death's words were barely audible.
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He had this funny, prissy way of talking, old fashioned-like... using big words when he didn't have to, always trying to impress.
Saying the words resurrected the near-forgotten facts; Quinn, and Martha, both dead and gone.
I wanted to remind this troubled soul of the good he'd wrought but thoughts of Betsy prevented my saying the words.
It's far easier to calmly pen the words I said than it was to say them.
AdvertisementTears come to my eyes these months later as I pen these words, sitting in the comfort of our Surry, New Hampshire home with Betsy by my side.
While the last words, "sleeping, just sleeping," said prior to the interruption by Grasso seemed to denote failure, the earlier recorded observations suggest otherwise.
He whispers the telling words, "I remember."
There followed the infamous final words, "Sleeping, just sleeping."
They thought her too young to understand words like coma and deteriorating, and they accused her of lying when she said she could help him.
AdvertisementShe opened one eye, then the other, confirming his words.
Her soulful gaze and gentle words gave him the creeps.
Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.
She knew him to be merciless, and his words only reminded her how dangerous he was.
Dusty considered her words.
He pronounced the words that would forever alter her life.
His words took her a minute to register.
Her words followed him, and he rubbed his face.
Maybe she'd hoped his parting words in the morning were serious.
If he'd been talking about any other man, she would have doubted his words.
His last words were whispered, his face red.
She felt ill the moment the words left her mouth.
Her eyes watered at his brave words, and she hugged him.
Her words sent a streak of cold through him.
She shook her head, not sure what to think of his words.
His words were hushed.
The Watcher's grim words stopped his retort.
He shouted at her, fury on his face, but his words were lost to the storm.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
He was content with his life, and yet, at her words, he remembered what it was like when he truly was happy.
Any resistance she might have mustered melted at his words.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
The Watcher all but spat the words.
At her age, the words sounded strange.
Bitterness crept through her as she dwelled on his words.
Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.
She felt the truth in his words, perhaps because their souls had touched when they first met the day before.
None of the vamp's words made sense.
The words sounded hollow, even to her ears, and she rose.
Her words soothed him again.
Jenn dwelled on his words.
Intrigued by his words, she obeyed and stood before him.
Her throat tightened at his words.
Jule's next words were low and in a tongue she didn't understand.
His words were confident and soft.
Her words lit his blood on fire, and he eased her back against the couch, their magics swirling around them.
Something melted within him at her words.
The words died on her lips.
His words warmed her from the inside.
His gaze flared at his words, and the energy between them pulsed.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
The moment the words left her mouth, she knew her mistake.
The words were the first sign of something very, very wrong.
Damian mulled his words, waiting for more.
Embarrassed by her words and the tears streaming down her face, she ran past him and up the stairs leading to the second floor, issuing a cry of frustration when she realized she didn't know which of the three wings led to her room.
Darian's words haunted him again, and he quickly suppressed the memories.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
His simple words turned her inside out, and yet, what would he want with a woman like her?
He gave a husky laugh at her words.
If Dustin's words were true, she'd never be welcomed into the home of any of Damian's people, not if they feared the sight of her!
She struggled to control her emotions as the words came out.
She didn't think anyone heard her choked words.
The words were too painful, and by the predatory stillness of the man across from her, she was terrified of what he'd do if she said it again.
Dusty's words floored him, and Damian couldn't help but feel hurt that his best friend hadn't told him of his suspicions sooner.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
The words were familiar, the same words he'd spoken to Dusty thousands of years ago, when he'd discovered the youth who was not yet a man on a slave trader's block, bloodied and weeping for the family he'd just lost.
His cranky words echoed in her thoughts, and she smiled to herself.
Damian managed to get the difficult words out through clenched teeth.
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
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.
It was the first time he'd understood the words she spoke to him.
She forced the words out.
Terror washed over her at his calm, controlled words.
Damian couldn't help his smile at the words.
Damian's throat tightened at the unspoken words.
Though still arch, his tone had softened enough to show her he wasn't unaffected by her genuine words.
His heavy words broke her heart, but she respected his request and returned to Damian's side.
In the words of an Oracle I once knew, get used to it.
His words sent a chill through Sofia.
She stopped in place as Fate's words returned her.
He whispered words she wasn't able to make out then bit her again, this time hard enough for the pain to piece her dreamlike stage.
To emphasize his words, he lifted her hand and placed it over his heart.
His words struck her as true; they were the same doubts she'd had about Gabriel since she met him.
She considered his words anew as she heard her own.
Deidre had the sense of speaking a different language, even though she understood his words.
The words weren't out of his mouth before he realized how wrong they were.
It was the first real words the two had exchanged since their meeting at the mine.
Jennifer asked, caution written on her words.
He waved his flashlight in an arc above his head and repeated the two words, a quake in his voice.
There was a slight slur to her words.
Fred was referring to a coffee klatch of elderly town patriarchs whose words and advice on just about anything was often quoted in the local paper.
After a few words of greeting, each candidate was directed to stand on either side of the raised platform.
There was polite applause, a little less then followed Fitzgerald's words, or so thought Dean.
The realization struck Cynthia, too, and as neither had slept particularly well, both plodded through the early morning chores with few words passing between them.
Not in so many words, but we both knew what he was suggesting.
Jennifer paused, choosing her words carefully.
Frankly, when you cut through all the flowery words, he was a first-class con man—a rascal.
Then he smiled, no doubt remembering past times with David Dean—times he regretted similar words.
Dean's words echoed back to him, reverberating down the corridors of dank stone—then only silence.
Darkyn's words were mocking.
All it took was a kiss from Gabriel, and the words that thrilled her.
These were the words of the goddess not the human.
The human side of her hated his tone and the truth of his words more.
The words were out before he thought to stop.
His resolve lasted until she spoke, and he saw the truth of her words and the expression on her face.
She'd never heard such awesome words!
The reality of his stark words made her wonder what he would've done in the same situation.
No words would come.
As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.
The words were hard for him to hear.
The powerful words made her frown.
Deidre's words returned to him.
Coupling words with a gentle caress or lifting her into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom never failed to excite her.
It wasn't what she had said, nor would she have used those words to describe her feelings.
The words froze in her mouth as the door opened.
Shock or maybe fear put the words in her mouth when the woman answered.
The smug expression on her face would have been more irritating if her words hadn't revealed the fact that she didn't know the seriousness of the situation.
Love had a way of communicating without words.
He was always the one with the pretty words.
He always knew what to say to make people feel better – only now he couldn't talk, and even if he could, he might not be capable of the flowery words.
Alex and Jonathan had a relationship that required few words.
It sounded good in words, but applying it was going to be difficult.
The words slipped out and even shocked her.
Words weren't needed for something like that.
He drummed his fingers, obviously contemplating his next words.
It was the communication that mattered, not the words.
She smiled up at him, barely hearing his words.
In other words, making noise through your larynx isn't something you have to learn to do.
She wiped her face, affected by his words.
He forced the words out.
Wynn debated the meaning behind the words.
Gabe strode to the lectern and watched the words of the Present being written across the pages.
They leapt from the pages to create visions before him that then swirled and turned back into words.
The Oracle was quiet, scribbling words.
As he watched, the words reached the page on the right, the one reserved for the Future.
A man of few words, Gabriel hadn't gotten used to the political side of his job yet.
Surprised at the casual wisdom of her words, Gabriel was quiet.
The green fog appeared at his words.
She'd ensnared him with her laughter and touched him with her words about Death.
She'd laughed hard when he murmured to her about famous last words.
If she didn't know better, she would've read more into his words.
Despite the bitter words, there was regret on Wynn's face.
He agreed silently with Wynn's parting words but wasn't certain what to do about it.
At the tight words, she looked at him curiously.
Rhyn, whose last words to her had been to find him, if she wanted to know the full story.
A hard slap accompanied her words.
She met his gaze, dreading his words.
She almost believed Katie's words about Gabriel always loving her.
Andre's words were accompanied by a smile.
She heard the words, but they made no sense.
He spoke the words in the cool, detached tone that she recognized from their interactions at the hospital.
The words were mocking rather than encouraging.
Swiping at tears, she registered Darkyn's words as her eyes identified the dark clothing laid out on the bed.
She couldn't voice the words.
Gabriel turned the pages of the Oracle's book, watching as words scribbled themselves across the parchment, updating a chain of events that changed with every decision made by the Council That Was Seven.
Words leapt from the pages to form hologram-like images dancing over the book.
Friends and strangers alike acted out their stilted scenes before dropping onto the page as words again.
He was quiet, the words and holograms before him blurring as he thought.
The soft, firm words of the female in the driver's seat were the first kind ones of the day.
He rarely spoke, and when he did, people rarely failed to take his words seriously.
Gabriel knew the impact of his simple words just as he knew the impact of his appearance.
The words echoed in her head, and she walked blindly for several moments, until the cold burning her lungs made her stop.
Fury lit her insides at his calm words, as if he wasn't responsible for destroying her life!
His presence and words were as soothing as Kris's were not.
She felt herself relaxing at his even tone and the words that seemed logical enough.
His words appeared genuine, unlike Kris's.
His calm words terrified her.
He paused a moment for the words to sink in.
Sasha had told him many things before to try to break him, but this time, he sensed the truth behind the words.
His words confused her.
He spoke a smattering of words she didn't understand.
His words were accompanied by a push.
His words were controlled with effort, his body so tense, she thought he'd snap any second.
He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.
The words were loud.
Rhyn clenched his jaw, hearing the truth in Kiki's words.
He hadn't noticed until Kiki's words.
Her words were accompanied by a punch to his arm, one that merely earned her an impatient look.
His words were forced through clenched teeth.
His words were measured enough that she looked up.
He's not a man of many words, Gabriel.
Despite her anger, she recognized the physical effort he put into his words.
She took in his words, surprised he'd admit to needing a human.
Megan's words pissed her off.
She didn't fully register his words until the door closed behind him.
His words surprised her.
Gabriel's words struck hard.
At the effort he put in the difficult words, she looked up at him, her clear blue eyes vexed.
Her words surprised him.
The words struck her as odd, but she had trouble concentrating when the men launched into a three-way battle.
Her words escaped before she thought to filter them.
The words were too familiar.
He.d heard these words more than once over the past few days and couldn.t help the small part of him that agreed.
Her words did nothing to quell the anger boiling within him.
She was struck by his words, feeling as if the one person she relied upon was not only running out on her but would chop her into pieces the next time she saw him.
He looked away as his words sank in.
Her throat tightened, and in the end, no words came out.
Rhyn considered the words born of desperation.
While quiet, his words were meant as the threat she took them to be.
His words were spoken with an unusual amount of venom.
Gabriel's words and her nightmare haunted her, reminded her she couldn't let herself fall in love with him now.
She paused at his words and turned to look at him again.
Sasha.s words reminded him that he, too, had tasted Katie.
Sasha.s words echoed in her thoughts, and she tried hard to give them no credence.
The words never came, and he.d left frustrated each time.
The words were forced, and he knew she was in love with him as much as she did.
She paled at his words.
He was about to address Kiki again when Katie.s angry words hit him.
He.d wanted to continue denying the words of his brothers.
She couldn.t bring herself to voice the words out loud.
He hated those words, because he was the biggest and strongest of all Death.s assassins.
The image of baby Rhyn and Kris.s words distracted her as she hurried through the hall back to the stairs.
Katie.s words stung despite his attempt to ignore them.
Gabriel's ominous words made Kris uneasy.
Darkyn.s angry words echoed in Jade.s mind.
Jade.s words stuck in his throat at the sight of Kris.s beautiful emerald eyes.
Gabriel froze mid-strike at his words and lowered the bo.
Gabriel turned at the words, and Rhyn rose.
He couldn.t help the thought, and he dwelled on Gabriel.s words.
Her words fed at the small piece of him that didn.t want to live in Hell forever, that still thought he could go back to the Immortals and his old life.
His face was emotionless, but the impact of Darkyn.s words was unmistakable.
A torrent of nonsense escaped from Jade, a mix of words that made no sense.
Rhyn seized on his words.
Gabriel had whispered the words from her dream before facing off against Rhyn.
Katie tried to concentrate on the words, wanting to help Rhyn before it was too late.
What words had Rhyn used?
The words registered slowly.
Even as he spoke the words, he knew he'd never disregard his friend.
Talal's face fell, and he had no words to offer.
Evelyn's words were too quiet for Kiera to hear.
She tapped the ear piece as the conversation around picked up but the words faded in and out of translation.
As a fan of good food, Kiera found Evelyn's words to be quite true.
Evelyn spoke to her, her words foreign.
He stared at her with his head cocked, and she judged the words had not translated.
There was too much wrong with the woman's words, but she dumped her confusion and wounded feelings to ask, "Where has he gone?"
A'Ran knew he should chide her as he would his sisters and remind her of her place, but the words died before reaching his lips.
She couldn't register his words and tried hard to focus.
The flurry of words left before she could temper them.
A'Ran pulled his opponent to his feet, offered several quiet words, and turned his gaze to her.
Before she could be irritated by his words, he continued, "We will discuss matters later."
He couldn't speak the words.
A'Ran bit off the words.
She paused, as if searching for the right words, then continued.
His weren't the words she expected to hear.
A'Ran frowned at the truth in his uncle's words.
His words struck A'Ran hard.
A'Ran despised the words the moment he heard them.
Mansr's words had all been true.
His words made her pause in the doorway, and she faced him, frowning.
Her heart fluttered at his words, and she grew excited about him wanting the type of relationship like she'd drawn, until she saw him fumbling with the page as if to pull it free.
Mansr's words returned to him, those that wanted him to be something other than a warrior.
Mansr's words returned to him.
He watched her throughout the night's activities, seeking to judge whether Mansr's parting words were true.
A'Ran absorbed her words, which fell hard upon his ears.
He rested his chin atop her head, knowing there were no words to comfort someone who hurt so deeply and regretful that he caused this pain.
Her words floored and excited him for more reasons than one.
His words were accompanied by a squeeze on her arm painful enough to make her gasp.
His words were accompanied by a shove.
He relented and spoke, his words garbled.
Her words died on her lips as she took in the deep worry lines and gaunt features of the man before her.
The words made him smile but weighed on her.
She waited, expecting her words to please him.
She went to the window at his words.
The sensations humbled him, and he thought again of Mansr's words, that he needed to be more than an exiled war planner.
A'Ran heard Mansr's words as if in a dream.
None of their words registered, nothing but the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach.
His words stung, and any further argument died on her lips as she realized how serious he was.
Kiera looked at Evelyn, astonished by her callous words.
His words were followed by a long silence.
As she spoke, the words became easier.
Mison echoed his words, as did Jetr.
You might have to eat your words on that purchase I made of them valuable antiques!
And the puzzles in the newspaper break the words apart.
Rocking back and forth, head bowed, Edith began to touch herself, her cheek, her arms, her body, again and again, as if indicating where she had been struck but unable to utter the painful words.
I've raced through nearly four thousand words just today!
My last book was over two-hundred thousand words!
So much for all the empty words he'd been spilling to Cynthia about not getting involved, he thought.
As she read, her sister Effie mouthed the words of the note from memory.
However, as there was almost no break between words, they could never be sure the double characters were in the same words and not the beginning and ending of different words or sentences.
The room was a-chatter with foreign conversation, the words having nothing to do with national roots but the fanatic avocation of the gathered guests.
It would have been much easier if she had separated the words.
Cynthia studied the words carefully.
But Cynthia's tone betrayed her disbelief in the words she was saying.
I read Rachael's letter again but her words tell nothing of interest.
It seems strange to read these words of some of the men whose drawers have hung on my bedpost!
I don't know if she is aware of our arrangement as few words ever pass between us, but her quarters are far from mine and we will be ever so quiet in our love.
She paused, trying to find the right words.
I long to share my secret with the one I so love, but then fear and doubt overtake me before the words will leave my lips.
It was the first words spoken to him by the sharp-tongued woman since the prior Tuesday evening when she'd first purchased the letters.
However, in view of the Shipton couple's unconventional estrangement, he wasn't sure what words might be appropriate.
The words fell from my lips as softly as the tears from my eyes, I so wished the world could know of the love I hold for you.
Dean awoke Monday morning with Annie Quincy's words still ringing in his ears, and the phone ringing on his nightstand.
He answered it, muttered a few words, and hung up.
Sure. My mind isn't donating any words of wisdom that make a lick of sense.
Maybe. But she sure has a way with words.
He turned but she pressed her open mouth against his lips, muffling his words, fiercely kissing him.
Regardless of Weller's kind words, he realized deep down if he had been more understanding of the troubled woman, she might still be alive.
He was at a loss for words.
He's just forming words and sounds but the doctor is very encouraged.
His words seemed to perk up Franny.
Either his words or his soothing voice caused the woman to abandon what little self-control she possessed; she threw her arms around him, sobbing.
Gabriel had spoken of immortality, but Jackson had not given much thought to it, until hearing these words.
For now, words were not necessary.
Just when they were getting a little tipsy and their inhibitions were taking a walk, but before they were slurring their words.
There are no words for how perfect my night was.
Do not take her words or her fear to heart.
He contemplated her words for a moment, then shook his head.
I can't find words for how beautiful that was, tender and haunting all at once.
When she finished, he stood, held her and repeated her words softly, "Promise you'll sing for me often."
Her words were barely comprehensible through chattering teeth as she leaned over the stove.
The snow crunched under their feet and the icy carried Katie's words back in a cloud of steam.
A cacophony of bleats, chomping and scuffling of hooves drowned out her words.
Alex leaned down, resting a hand on her waist as he tried to separate her words from the noise of the feeding goats.
Pretty words and fancy manners don't mean anything.
His crestfallen look should have been a victory, but instead she wished she could eat the words.
Josh's words crept through her mind like an icy wind.
The import of Katie's words struck with a vengeance.
It was her turn to flinch at the sting of his words.
The words were strangled from her throat by a sob.
His words were like a dash of cold water.
A cold feeling gripped her throat and strangled the words from her lungs.
Are the words so difficult to say or does your rule book say it's something perverted.
She seemed to be at loss for words.
His words were spoken with sarcasm, but not for the reason Alex probably thought.
His words were like a ray of sunshine through the window on a cold winter morning.
I can't tell you how wonderful those words sound.
She bit her lip, wondering why the gentle words of a stranger affected her as they did.
He softened his words.
The words came as a blow.
She tapped her earpiece, listened intently, and responded with a few words.
His use of Guardian's words confused her already drained mind.
His ragged voice held genuine warmth, though, so she took his words at face value.
The words took her breath away.
Brady moved forward at her words.
Dan pulled the tape from her mouth, and the first words out were curses.
He didn't expect the calm words.
Rather than feel pleasure at her words, they struck him like the cold shower he needed.
There was been nothing she could have done, even if she knew when it would happen, even if she trusted her instincts enough to warn people without any proof to back her words!
I couldn't have known what was in his head, she replied, agitated by his harsh words.
His words stung but bolstered her decision.
Despite his calm words, his gaze displayed his anger.
She said nothing, not sure what to think of his words.
He'd said the same words the Guardian did.
He said the words with the same assurance he said everything.
She sensed there was something behind his words.
She couldn't help the words.
His words were gentle.
Silence followed her words.
Brady's caution and Mr. Tim's words returned to her as her thoughts cleared with the exercise.
Lana smiled, amused at such hardcore words from a woman whose frail frame would struggle under the weight of a laser shotgun.
Her words fell as hard as he had from the sky.
Brady's chest had tightened at Dan's words, and he felt fear for the first time since he was a kid in basic training and had his first brush with his own mortality.
He ignored the loaded words, rising instead.
Mike smiled to soften the words.
Though his words were firm, he patted Jack.
Lana sought the words to convey her urgency without revealing just how important it was.
His heart dropped at the words.
His words reopened the wound she'd tried to heal too quickly.
I can't talk to you directly, or I am obligated to take you with me, Death's words appeared in the book.
The words chilled him from the inside out. There was one way he'd leave Katie, and that was if he was dead-dead.
Not once have you uttered those words.
These words he kept to himself.
Out of respect for Katie, he bit back the bitter words at the tip of his tongue. He stalked past her, waiting for the moment he could release the pent up fury and magic.
The words had become his mantra over the past three days.
He stopped at her words, surprised.
Katie almost laughed at the oddity of his words. He didn't seem to be joking, but she couldn't see his face to tell one way or another.
The words were faint but firm in the same tone Katie had taken with him in the dreamland.
Instead of looking cheered at his words, she looked unconvinced.
Her words fell heavily, as if she knew she was already doomed to her fate in the underworld. Rhyn said nothing for a long moment.
Her words about Gabe were troubling, and he couldn't determine if she was purposely vague or really didn't know; her pretty face was puzzled, and he frowned.
Gabriel snapped awake at her words.
Death's words made the air in the room feel heavy. Kris sat down at the table.
Her bizarre changes of subject made him understand why Andre hadn't liked dealing with her. Was there hidden meaning in her words?
Instead of following, Kris dwelt a moment longer on Death's words.
Toby didn't answer, unwilling to admit just how much Ully's words stung. He led them deeper into the jungle. The branches hurried to create a path for him, and he smiled at them. According to his angel memories, the trees were more than trees in Death's underworld. They were alive.
Toby mumbled. Katie made out the words dead-dead and underworld.
Fear made Rhyn's chest seize. No sooner had Gabe spoken the words than the demons fell away. Coldness snapped over Rhyn, and his surroundings blurred. He blinked, uncertain what happened until he found himself standing in a dimly lit chamber. Kris and Gabe were still beside him, and instead of demons, there was only Death.
You'll never hear those words again.
His words made Rhyn's throat tighten. He'd never acted in order to gain his brothers' favor, but Kris's words affected him more than he thought they would. There was a flash of light and Kris was gone. Gabe jerked, as if surprised to find himself still standing.
A small smile crossed Rhyn's face, answering Gabe's question without words.
She answered without pause and then spent long seconds looking down at her coffee, as if searching for words to clarify her statement.
It's difficult to put in words, but if he were to leave, he'd do it up front—he'd never just sneak away.
The party for the departing employee, if you could call it that, had been a quick affair—a pat on the back, a few appropriate words and a token going away present.
Dean had the feeling he was in trouble and Winston seemed to search for the right words to say.
In spite of her words, she still looked terrible but Dean was thankful for even forced improvement.
Her words pleased him as he cautioned her.
She kept repeating the words over and over.
He eschewed the pulpit and stood in front of the altar, looking like a caricature of Ichabod Crane, gaunt and gangling, but the words from his mouth were pure silver.
He directed his words directly to Cynthia Byrne with a smile of sticky sweetness that made Dean want to pop him.
He was frighteningly nervous, but in Dean's mind his sincerity buried the flowery words of the Philadelphia insurance executive.
He chose his words carefully.
But..." she searched for the right words, "we're just friends, for now, right?"
Only because you can't pronounce the words?
The words sent a chill down his back like an ice cold shower.
He paid no heed to the words that were droning on, until a name riveted him to attention.
Maybe Byrne said some words of wisdom you can pass on to the missus.
He didn't like have any final words of wisdom, if that's what you're wondering.
He pushed back his chair, stood and glanced down at her, but no appropriate words came to mind.
But it was nice to hear it—the nicest words she'd ever spoken.
If another boy gave her so much as a second look, he had words with him.
Was that it – pretty words and gentlemanly deeds?
The words twisted her heart into a ball.
The words "mature male" crossed her mind again.
It took a moment for the words to sink in – or maybe the idea that he would discard her virtue as nothing important.
Isn't our commitment to each other more important than a few words from clergy?
He ran a hand over his face as if to wipe away the words.
It took a moment before his words sank in.
In that moment she was sure she had made the right decision – said the right words.
She wanted to express her feelings for him, but mere words could not describe them.
Alex, I can't find the words to tell you how much you have enriched my life already.
For someone who can't find the words to express her feelings, you're sure doing a good job of it.
Pretty words again - and yet, considering his history with women, maybe they were more than mere words.
Either way, the words were the product of a kind heart.
He left the sentence hanging, as if it were too horrible to put into words.
He had been a top salesman, which meant he had a way with words, and that's all he intended to do - talk.
Inside the box was a note with only three words.
Mom always said to be careful of a man who was full of pretty words – but then, she probably never met a man like Alex.
Carmen walked away from her words and went to her makeshift bedroom.
When she got to the site, she typed in the words and clicked on Spanish-to-English.
She stared up at him, unable to find any words in her defense.
Leaning back against the wall, her hands behind her back, she contemplated the words she needed to say.
The words slipped out before she thought about what she was saying.
It took a few seconds for the import of his words to sink in.
Her stomach recoiled with the bite of his words.
Yet her words lingered long after she left.
Don't put words in my mouth, Carmen.
He had said those words before, and he thought she was sorry now.
The words forced themselves out of her mouth and she gazed up at him with bated breath.
He had said those words on their wedding night.
The trooper gave Alex a strange look and then glanced at Lori, who seemed a loss for words.
The words came out in a gasping sob.
Again Katie's words about other women wanting Alex came to mind.
Claire heard the rest of his words without registering them.
Exhausted, she closed her eyes, Jule's words to her from earlier echoing in her thoughts.
Even their words did nothing to suppress her excitement.
More words were exchanged, but Jenn heard none of them.
The familiar words in her thoughts were chanted in a voice that wasn't hers.
She chanted the words as they walked towards the horizon.
Her worry faded with the comforting words.
But she let Jonny's words slide, as she did everything else he'd said to her the past few days.
She said the words she knew he wanted to hear.
Jonny's words were more heartfelt than she warranted necessary.
And I think I … He struggled with the words, hating how weak they sounded.
Damian's smile widened, and Darian could see how touched his little brother was at the words.
His words came out harsher than he intended.
She didn't seem convinced of his words or happy to see him.
The words were purred in her husky voice yet felt as if they'd been shouted.
As she hacked at a young tree, she thought of Xander's words.
He waved the words away.
Darian considered the words, well aware of the same truth.
At these words, the Watcher's smile faded.
The Other's words slowed, and the creature looked down at the protruding weapon.
She leaned into him again, this time whispering husky words that would've made him blush years ago.
His faint smile softened the words.
Jenn let his words sink in.
My own … She couldn't say the words.
By accident, she said, recalling Darian's words about the portal.
She heard his words but couldn't quite digest that Darian would knowingly destroy any world.
Jonny's words bounced around in her thoughts as she recalled the look Darian had given the portal they stumbled upon.
The words struck her hard.
The words stung, because she hated feeling as though she, too, was beyond redemption.
Jenn lifted her head at the words.
He looked up at her quiet words.
If you can say those words, I'll let you walk.
Jenn couldn't formulate the words.
The disapproval was clear in his voice as he slowly repeated her words.
She didn't know what to feel at his words.
His words were slow, thoughtful.
Darian wished to take the words back the moment he said them.
The tight note in her voice told him how heartfelt the simple words were.
Darian let her words sink in.
Charles' words struck Darian in a new light.
The words were cold, unaffected by Darian's anger.
Darian paused in his pacing, savoring the words.
Jenn looked at her closely, uncertain how to take the words.
Her voice shook as she admitted the words out loud for the first time.
To trust myself instead of the words of others.
Darian's words did nothing to soothe Jenn.
Jenn sucked in deep breaths, hanging onto Darian's words.
Her mouth wouldn't form the words she wanted to say.
Jenn's throat grew tight at the words, and she thought of the family she'd lost.
His words were choppy and faint.
The words should've scared her, but the world was growing hazy, the pain fading as darkness crept into her vision.
Her words were hushed.