Sentence examples for bleak like from inspiring English sources

"Tolstoy's is a via negativa, certainly, but the poets who have attracted me have often been pretty bleak, like Akhmatova.

At 68, Mr. Stewart isn't bleak like Bob Dylan, cranky like Iggy Pop, bemused like Neil Young or avuncular like Paul Simon on their most recent albums.

They probably had to look harder for the occasional flashes of inspiration, even though these also tend to be bleak, like a scene of burned-out volunteer doctors trying to keep people alive in what constitutes a post-operative hospital ward.

Wrought in the midst of the two couples' divorces, it culminates in the overwhelmingly bleak Like an Angel Passing Through my Room, of which the underlying message is: "This is effectively the end of your life as a pop star, ha ha".

By the meeting's end, the situation report was bleak: Like the capital's overcrowded settlements for displaced people, the modest homes of host families in this rural region are under increasing duress.

At the centre of the exhibition is All the King's Men: 20 bleak, spirit-like forms that seem to float.

Speaking a recognisable modern English in contrast to the phonetically presented Warwickshire dialect of the locals, the dying writer is given bleak, Lear-like prose, as when snowfall makes him reflect: "How perfect, but it only lasts one night.

A furious Soane responded with a series of before-and-after drawings showing what the result of Greville's intervention would be: a bleak, prison-like shoebox of a room, a deep well bereft of regal decorum.

In March, however, Ms. Mortimer won rave reviews for a much darker role in "Parlour Song," Jez Butterworth's bleak, Pinter-like comedy at the Atlantic Theater Company, where she was a tense but alluring housewife simultaneously playing mind games with her husband and having a raunchy affair with their next-door neighbor.

Boating along the Kunene early the next morning, I drift past lush riverside oases where deceptively languid crocodiles and magnificent water birds, including two of southern Africa's rarest -- the rufous-tailed palm thrush and the Cinderella waxbill -- coexist beneath the bleak, Martian-like backdrop.

In real life, similar choices often lead to climaxes far less romantic, denouements much bleaker, like the grimy napkin-littered space of a trendy dance club in the unforgiving light of midmorning.