Sentence examples for every glimpse from inspiring English sources

For every glimpse of economic recovery, there are cautionary warnings.

Cheering the sun: All weekend, every glimpse of the sun was greeted by a giant, joyous, festival-uniting roar of approval.

Every woman I see with a messy up-do, every snowmobile dealership I pass, every glimpse I get of a pristine wilderness waiting to be stripped and drilled reminds me of her.

Although I'm one of those who believe that the Met is in dire need of new ideas, I am also savoring every glimpse of those towering, opulent, meticulous sets, knowing that, in a decade, they will probably be gone.

Recently I became so sick of seeing LA rock sisters Haim on every website, magazine and spare bit of wall, that I proposed a drinking game: a shot for every glimpse of their faces.

"This song is called 'F******…" Jessie J could do with ditching the sermons Recently I became so sick of seeing LA rock sisters Haim on every website, magazine and spare bit of wall, that I proposed a drinking game: a shot for every glimpse of their faces.

If all the toxins and idiocies and little cynical minimiseries we poured through ourselves stayed there if we carried with us every glimpsed TMZ headline about Courtney Stodden and defective MS Painted Redditorial decoding of Joss Whedon's oeuvre and 41 Otters with a Case of the Mondays we would be immobilized and miserable, obese and heartsick from accumulated empty-calorie triviality.

If all the toxins and idiocies and little cynical mini-miseries we poured through ourselves stayed there if we carried with us every glimpsed TMZ headline about Courtney Stodden and defective MS Painted Redditorial decoding of Joss Whedon's oeuvre and 41 Otters with a Case of the Mondays we would be immobilized and miserable, obese and heartsick from accumulated empty-calorie triviality.

Imagine a world where every book brought you to climax, where every spoon of cereal was a trip, every brief glimpse of a ratings-failing BBC 1 sitcom a look into heaven itself.

Every last glimpse over your shoulder is shaped like you, climbing.

But for every revelatory glimpse up the nostrils of Father Barry there's a bafflingly circuitous DVD menu system, seemingly designed by MC Escher on LSD and intent on dropping you back repeatedly into the onslaught of the main menu screen's excruciatingly loud jingle.