Sentence examples for a faint mark from inspiring English sources

But as the crowd roared with approval, Venus Williams silently walked up to a faint mark outside the line, then tapped her racket on the spot as if to rap the umpire's knuckles with a ruler.

In other testimony, which seemed to bolster the detectives' case, the director of the Police Department's crime laboratory, Dr. Peter Pizzola, testified that Mr. Bell drove his car into Detective Isnora's leg hard enough to leave a faint mark from the detective's denim jeans on the bumper of Mr. Bell's Altima.

She is so vehement that the reader forgets the real Coetzee is in control of it all; piling on the invective against his alter ego until it seems, finally, that Adriana protests too much, and that the mooncalf did, after all, leave a faint mark on her heart.

A faint mark may remain, but this will fade after a shower or two.

And Ann Cathrin November Høibo, exhibiting at Standard, stopped me in my tracks with a delicate abstract painting, all faint marks and craquelure, made in a decidedly indelicate fashion: she painted the work in acrylics, then soaked the canvas in acid.

Many of these have been reduced to mere imprints, brands stamped on a book's title page, though every good imprint bears the faint mark of a bygone firm with its own mission and sensibility.

Mr. Klinghoffer leaves only a few faint marks, most notably on the contemplative "Brendan's Death Song," which ends with two moving minutes of chaos with Mr. Kiedis wailing and the drummer Chad Smith bashing away.

Faces In The News WTO's Lamy Unveils Latest In Doha Talks Paul Maidment 03.01.08, 1 34 PM ET. Those of you scoring at home the painstaking progress toward striking the Doha trade deal can make a faint pencil mark in the progress box.

In most cases your vitiligo will appear like no more than a faint birth mark.

And while Switzerland may have left its faint mark on Oranienbaum, Oranienbaum was to leave an indelible imprint on Switzerland, a fact also recorded in a street name, no less incongruous — that of the rue Sacre du Printemps in the suburbs of Clarens, on the northern shore of Lake Geneva.

It may be the American in me that chafes a bit at the emotional frugality running through this extraordinarily well-made collection, the faint mark of prim wariness about expectation, illusion and the inevitable passage of time, especially when it comes to women.