Sentence examples for feel the thrust from inspiring English sources

Garriott: Even before you can feel the thrust, you can feel that there is a massive amount of fluid shifting.

With one pantomimed action, we see and feel the thrust of the argument that the electorate is angry... and willing to go to extreme lengths in a presidential election cycle.

To be absolutely clear about this, you want to feel the prickle of fear in situations where physical harm is possible; you want to feel the thrust of anger when you need to stick up for your children; you want to feel frustration when you make inadequate progress in your guitar lessons and you want to regret telling your children they aren't intelligent, attractive or good people.

As he tries, with his other hand, to close the door of the hotel room, he feels the thrust of a foot keeping it open.

As in so much dance modernism (whether modern dance or ballet), these lines were achieved with terrific, dynamic excitement: you didn't just admire a shape, you felt the thrust involved in making it.

"They have contaminated the truth and impaired natural justice, and now they will feel the full thrust of the law in relation to how they've handled this process".

You can feel the competitive thrust behind every sentence, and not just in the famous opening of Augie March ("I am an American, Chicago-born – Chicago, that sombre city …").

And if your hold your finger below your lower lip, you should feel the downward thrust of air when you exhale.

It's impossible not to grin as you tap the gas pedal and feel the kind of thrust normally reserved for astronauts and test pilots.

Where -- despite recent police barricades and American flags tacked to dim sum menus -- one still hears the rhythmic click-clack of mah-jongg tiles on cardboard tables, sees clairvoyants peddle palm readings ("Trust me -- 30 years on job!") and feels the resilient thrust of life carrying on.

About as far as you could go was a phrase like "they were lying together, and he felt the urgent thrust of her body against him, and his aroused maleness was penetrating her, and he felt the warm soft moist clasping and the tightening... .. 'Mistress of Satan's Roost' by Jack Kahler, cover artist unknown 1967.