Sentence examples for sat absorbed from inspiring English sources

Joel, who didn't, sat absorbed in some game with his Beanie Babies.

R.'s child alternated between frustration — why wouldn't her friend play with her? — and fascination as her friend sat, absorbed in the gadget, "more interested in doing games and FaceTime with another friend than in playing with the friend that was actually there in the flesh".

There was a universe of difference between the warriors of my imagination – blood-stained, grim, but with their own cast-iron code of honour - and the paperback in my hand, as I sat absorbed by it among the comforting rituals of school and play.

Away from the train, with his mac on and a paisley silk scarf tied around his neck, he didn't seem quite so unfortunate; there was even something touchingly contained and self-sufficient in the way he sat absorbed in the steam from his cup, not texting or talking on his phone, no phone in evidence at all.

As the room filled with what Broze referred to as "celebretarians," he sat absorbed in his book, The Art of Not Being Governed: An Anarchist History of Upland Southeast Asia.

The weaver sits absorbed in his loom; the drunkard stands, head cocked to one side, his mouth open, holding two jugs under his left arm.

In place of large revelations, you'll find yourself remembering scenes like the one in which Abu Jandal sits absorbed by a news report of a bombing in Kabul, until his son requests a change of channel.

His human subjects -- among them his wife, Anne; his five children; himself; and friends -- are often placed in highly specific settings, like "Laurence at the Piano" (1953), in which his teenage son sits absorbed in his playing before a view of the living room and dining room doorway of the Southampton house.

In one scene Junior is slumped in boredom as his uncle sits, absorbed and transported by his blues 78's; it's a moment of cultural dislocation that many African-American kids who were dragged to see relatives in the South can identify with, a moment of truth that shames us many years later.

The masseuses leave, to let us sit, absorb.

One of the best things about it is that the dish gets better as it sits, absorbing all the good flavors from the anchovy-garlic-chile oil that dresses it.