Example sentences of "his eye " in BNC.
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| 1 | Buddhist monk covers his eyes amid tear gas fired by the security forces during a demonstration against the Indo-Sri Lanka accord in Colombo , 1987 . |
| 2 | Matisse and all the others saw the twentieth century with their eyes but they saw the reality of the nineteenth century , Picasso was the only one in painting who saw the twentieth century with his eyes and saw its reality and consequently his struggle was terrifying , terrifying for himself and for the others , because he had nothing to help him , the past did not help him , nor the present , he had to do it all alone and , in spite of much strength he is often very weak , he consoled himself and allowed himself to be seduced by other things which led him more or less astray . |
| 3 | What relationship exists between the painting and the vision of reality that the artist has before his eyes ? |
| 4 | And Goldberg , pushing the sweat out of his eyes with the sleeve of his pullover , grabbed the pen and put another question mark in the margin by the whole passage . |
| 5 | Goldberg , pushing the hair out of his eyes with his forearm , dragged the pad towards him and wrote : Appendix on the real facts ? |
| 6 | And Goldberg , pushing the hair out of his eyes and wiping his face at the same time with his sleeve , pushed away the typewriter , pulled the pad towards him , seized the felt-tip pen , and wrote : He later admitted that he had merely said between seventeen and eighteen as a manner of speaking . |
| 7 | Genius is the bust of Beethoven and Keats dying and Shelley dying and the size of War and Peace and poor old Sartre banging away at his trilogy and Hemingway paring it down to its essence and Monet unable to distinguish colours any more and Picasso staring out at the camera with his chest bare and his eyes blazing and Cézanne snarling like a dog and then walking out of Aix with his canvas and paints on his back to paint that mountain and Byron dying and Pushkin dying and all the rest of it . |
| 8 | He refused , said the light hurt his eyes . |
| 9 | Do not think , he wrote , biting his lips in concentration , bending low over the page , blinking to keep the sweat out of his eyes , do not think that it was ever far from my mind . |
| 10 | And Goldberg , pursing his lips in concentration , flicking the hair out of his eyes , typed furiously on . |
| 11 | Black circles round his eyes . |
| 12 | I could see it in his eyes . |
| 13 | His eyes flashed and he presented his elegant moustaches . |
| 14 | There was no guilt in his eyes — only grim satisfaction . |
| 15 | The concrete was cold to his bottom , and he stared at the stairs down which Bunty had fallen , his throat and his face and his eyes seeming to swell up in a great hot surge of grief . |
| 16 | His eyes were so narrow they looked like gun-slits . |
| 17 | Nor lets the smallest thing evade his eyes . |
| 18 | It was the only time I can ever remember seeing him with tears in his eyes . |
| 19 | I could see in his eyes that he knew . |
| 20 | One thing is certain : she is human — one of God 's children and equal in His eyes to you . |
| 21 | The insider/ethnographer can turn his understanding of an interpretive methodology to an assessment of his own actions , and see connections as if scales had been removed from his eyes . |
| 22 | Three days before she came back , I cleaned the flat , bought a new jacket and five bright new cotton shirts , stayed sober , worked like hell on the magazine in a way that made Francis ‘ gasp and stretch his eyes ’ . |
| 23 | ‘ Oh , is n't she a prurient little dyke , pull — ease ! ’ he said , rolling his eyes . |
| 24 | ‘ Oh no ! ’ said Francis , raising his eyes to the peeling ceiling . |
| 25 | He looked up startled , his eyes fire-dazzled , trying to focus on the door through the dusty levels of sunlight from the two small windows . |
| 26 | She stared in anger at the old man 's face , at his eyes which goggled anxiously at hers , then roved off when she met his look , his lips which caved in on his gums and mumbled and tightened as though he was always eating . |
| 27 | Young Donald — his eyes were clear black-brown , like a lochan stained with peat , his hair was curly like a bull 's poll , and he had been a lovely lad until his father went away , clever with his hands , whittling pieces of wood and glueing them to make little windmills and watermills . |
| 28 | A resigned silence congealed over the rows of people and the Reverend Archibald Menzies gripped the edges of the lectern , closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling , then looked down at the serried faces and spoke . |
| 29 | A thud of chopping — movement between the tree trunks — a labourer was coming towards him , one of the consignment of convicts he had ordered through a merchant in Bideford , he had his machete in his hand , he was not menacing , he held out his spare hand in a strange appeal , lifting his face , which was crossed by deep scars , wounds across his eyes had puckered them right in so that he moved like a blind sleeper , closer and closer — Sir John woke up sweating , surprised to find himself alone , and then remembered : he had been drinking with his cousin Alexander Menzies of Bolfracks , the last bottle must have sent him under . |
| 30 | Robert Menzies was nervous , his eyes flickered everywhere , but he had his message pat . |