Sentence examples for ghastly from inspiring English sources

You are the most ghastly man I have ever known.

Just because we've had to live with the ghastly consequences of their fatuous, self-interested actions for the whole of our adult lives, that doesn't mean we're qualified to judge them.

Also, as this excellent Atlantic piece points out, there's a slightly uneasy "white saviour" theme throughout, best exemplified by a genuinely ghastly scene where the family tell the slaves that they're letting them go, everybody starts hugging and, quick as a flash, one of the freed women starts singing Amazing Grace.

If Ed Miliband thought the Saturday headlines were inauspicious, then the Sunday front-page headlines were ghastly.

Via his YouTube alias, sunsetcorp, there was his version – or "echo jam", as Lopatin labels it – of Chris de Burgh's ghastly 80s hit Lady in Red, which used various synth and looping techniques to transform it into a work of such disarming, heart-rending beauty that it prompted comments ranging from "the single greatest experience I have ever had" to "the sole reason YouTube should exist".

Most young men seem to grow beards merely so they don't have to shave, so you get these ghastly Grimms' fairytales things that have most of yesterday's Pret a Manger in them.

On Tuesday Abbott and Bishop began to show their dismay at the "ghastly episode" and what Australian officials see as Indonesia's dismissive attitude to their pleas, and the insensitive and heavy-handed treatment of the condemned men and their families.

(Or should I just throw an enormous pity party for one?) I hate to dwell as it's such a waste of energy (particularly when the sun's shining and there are so many ghastly things happening in the world).

This was in September, a Champions League night against Rangers, a seemingly innocuous challenge from Kirk Broadfoot and then those ghastly moments when Valencia's team-mates went over to see their stricken colleague then, one by one, turned away, covering their faces, and it became apparent to everyone inside the stadium this was an injury that could break a footballer's career.

His outfits are so ghastly they bring on a sort of synaesthesia: I can hear his wardrobe: the jangling, floral-print shirts, the screeching leather blazers (Mr Byrite, autumn/winter collection 1978), the clanging boot-cut jeans.

I feel rather sorry for the people probably paid peanuts to make these ghastly calls.