Sentence examples for an unmistakable impression from inspiring English sources

Situations like the Massey Energy case create an unmistakable impression that justice is for sale.

He makes an unmistakable impression, yet despite his powerful personality, he is exceptionally good at allowing a building to take on a personality of its own.

Now, come polling day Sunday, even though Le Pen is expected to reach her highest vote count ever, there are fewer smiles on her team, and the radical change of tone in her latest speeches leaves the unmistakable impression of a growing nervousness at the end of the campaign.

Lately, whatever-it-is has morphed into a sinus complaint that gives me the unmistakable impression radioactive rats are nesting in my face.

But in language and timing, the leaders of Congress's two chambers left the unmistakable impression that they want a deal at least large enough to avert the worst economic impacts of a sudden rise in income, payroll, capital gains, dividend, interest and estate tax rates that would affect virtually every American family, working or not.

The unmistakable impression at Ponte is of a restaurant coasting.

"Cedar Rapids" is certainly a guys' movie, yet it leaves us with the unmistakable impression that men are simple engines, far more easily fixed than women; there is something unredeemed in the faces of Joan, Bree, and Macy — a thwartedness that no merry gallivant, whether in Wisconsin or in Iowa, is going to assuage.

Mr. Perry's emotional speech at the Sheraton West Des Moines late Tuesday left staff members teary-eyed but somewhat relieved and with the unmistakable impression that he was going home for good, that a formal withdrawal announcement was imminent.

Above all, what came back was the unmistakable impression of someone who knew exactly what he was he doing: systematically, painstakingly, relentlessly conquering a political system.

By tilting his head down, looking up through lowered brows and giving the unmistakable impression that he is very, very cross.

At this same age, I remember, I looked into Joyce's "Ulysses" and Orwell's "1984" and was badly shaken by the unmistakable impression that these suffocating, inescapable worlds were the same one I lived in.