Sentence examples for grubby window from inspiring English sources

The woman placed her hand on the grubby window as tears coursed down her face.

Clever and complex, it manages to sound old and dusty, and metallic-tanged and futuristic, at the same time – like a neon pink light glowing behind a grubby window.

In the film's most powerful moment, Lucky abandons the child in a cheap diner while the camera spies through a grubby window — a long, silent accusation that seems to reach beyond the immediate story to enfold an army of the lost.

Maybe you still gather together in tiny groups to recount the violent tangle of teeth and elbows you had to endure in order to board the train, or how you slowly lost all feeling in your cheek after spending three hours having it pressed flat against a grubby window by a gang of tutting backpackers.

Needless to say, we glimpsed plenty of them through our grubby coach window as we were rushed back to the wharf.

In his rundown office, with its water-stained window shades and grubby walls, a closed circuit black-and-white television gives him a view of who is in his lobby and who is at the building's entrance.

When people wax unendurable about the joys of the classic Parisian bistro, Chez Georges is exactly what they are describing: a battered and weary wooden façade, lightly grubby net curtains in the windows, and inside a tiled mosaic floor with decades of grime in the cracks.

When he moved into this apartment, a grubby white box, he removed all the window panes, scraped them clean and reattached each one so they wouldn't bang or let the cold in (he keeps them sparkling clean).

Yet Britain still has proportionately fewer low-cost hotels than many other countries; budget brands make up a quarter of the French market, for example, and a third of the American one, reckons the BHA.Many of the capital's existing hotels are cramped and basic, with windows that look onto ventilator shafts or grubby side streets rather than the capital's tourist glories.

In a moment of reflection, she glances out of the window of her uncle's bungalow in a grubby, frenetic barrio of Bogota.

Dear traveling friends, When we travel with open eyes, an open heart...and with our window open, it's impossible to ignore the grubby fingers of the half of humanity trying to live on $2 a day in our face.