Sentence examples for staring out through from inspiring English sources

Old hands stand transfixed, for a few moments, staring out through the bridge's high windows.Then there is the scale.

It was as if he were a statue on a plinth, staring out through a face of stone - one that was fixed like a mask of Greek tragedy.

The many people whose lives she touched will remember her best in her Bayswater kitchen: feet up on the table, staring out through cigarette smoke over the glass domes of Whiteleys on Queensway, thinking, talking, daydreaming.

The apartments – which will be some of the most expensive in the city – offer spectacular views, but as you might imagine, they feel a little like living in an office, staring out through those densely spaced mullions.

It"s hard to imagine there could be such a thing, but here it is Furama Resort on China Beach, just south of Da Nang an airy, teak-colored assembly of pavilions and pools, white beach and green surf, with a vast lobby scattered with couches and rooms where you wake up staring out through screened-in porches to the beach.

They have huddled together at the lunchroom tables, silently chewing and staring out the windows through metal gratings at wintry Jamaica Bay and at the tanker trucks that bring in the liquid chocolate to the 200,000-square-foot factory on Beach Channel Drive.

Staring out at Kingston through security bars, with her lower lip set in a permanent jut of suspicion, she would inventorise at great length the wicked worthlessness of her compatriots - a more dangerous bunch of violent thieves you could never, she insisted, fear to meet.

The most conspicuous by reason of character was Roosevelt Carlos Hurd, Sr., who was a taxi-driver also working as a taxi dispatcher, a man of forty-five with hair that stood up like a badger's coat, eyes set close together and staring out under glum brows through strong glasses, and a mouth that was unremitting in its compression.

I'm standing in a dimly lit chapel on the first floor of Villa Trapp, staring out into the car park through a Gothic stained-glass window.

The efficiency and cleanliness of the public transportation came as quite a surprise and, staring out of the tram window through the drizzle, I suddenly realised how exciting it was to have finally reached the edge of Europe.

At the InterContinental — a 36-story tower where the 607 guest rooms feature floor-to-ceiling windows and cost at least $300 a night — hotel guests congregated on the ground floor, some staring out at the gathering news media through the windows of Ça Va, a chic Todd English restaurant.