Sentence examples for the sheer edge from inspiring English sources

On one side, the sheer edge of the mountain rose up and tendrils of long grass hung over the edge of a retaining wall.

The road was a dirt track, one lorry wide, cut out of the sheer edge of the mountain, with a straight drop on my side.

Despite the reassuring rivets in the 1,500-pound 1,500-pounds, the calm stillness of the air at the Windy City's pinnacle and the security of a 10,000-pound weiglassapanels for each of the four 4.3-foot-deep glass boxes that protrude past the sheer edge of the Western Hemisphere's tallest building — despite all that, you still feel twinges of queasiness.

Asked about the role of the unconscious in creating fiction, she sounds somewhat French, somewhat starchy, and quite sensible: I do not think I can get any nearer than this to the sources of my story-telling; I can only say that the process, though it takes place in some secret region on the sheer edge of consciousness, is always illuminated by the full light of my critical attention.

The sheer edges on the top and bottom and the subtly curved gorilla glass on the face give the whole thing a really polished feel, and the sliding mechanism was pure butter.

It is the sheer competitive edge of the sporting realm in 2016 which makes this the prospect that it is.

There isn't even much of a masquerade in "Love," which brought six men in to join the women, all dressed in black turtlenecks and briefs with sheer edging (designed by Dalia Lider) and performing on a striking red-surface stage.

Pat Nixon is presented in a full yellow number, "with sheer edging at bosom and hemline," according to Tierney's back-page notes.

"No other PC manufacturer has a mobile workstation that delivers the sheer power, performance and cutting-edge innovation that Lenovo has packed into the ThinkPad W700.

I've watched it twice in quick succession now, and though it skirts the edge of cliche, the sheer sustained blitz of bad taste is spectacular.

The sense of on-the-edge involvement and the sheer joy in letting the music rip were what hooked one in the Prokofiev, not any quantifiable level of technical finesse.