Sentence examples for weaving up from inspiring English sources
I passed a couple who smiled at me; I also encountered a man weaving up and down the sidewalk, aggressively wielding a kitchen knife.
To their bewilderment, slightly drunk chaps in green shirts kept weaving up to them and enquiring what exactly was making them so mad.
You got the moving sense of a slow attempt at restoration, as in lines from a poem by Joan Hutton Landis that inspired Mr. Rogerson: "these worked lines, their tearing out,/their weaving up, that blue repair —." In Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra, which followed "That Blue Repair," there is a similar sense of a work building, breaking and re-erecting itself.
MONTE CARLO — Visually, there is no other event like the Monaco Grand Prix, with the spectacular backdrop of the yacht-filled Mediterranean harbor and the Monte Carlo cityscape of luxury apartment buildings, hotels, the casino and the palace, and the track winding and weaving up and down and through the stunning landscape.
The main facade is set at a slight angle so that it is visible as you approach from downtown; the galleries are divided into three separate vertical stacks with circulation weaving up between them to a semipublic rooftop restaurant and garden.
Weaving up and down West Broadway from Houston to Canal, and back and forth across Prince, Spring, Broome, and Grand, they fan out for the great shop, flitting in and out of stores that mostly open at noon, only occasionally looking upwards at the cast iron facades of the landmark buildings.
Further scarves appear and weave up between the oscillating figures, turning the proscenium into a giant loom.
Sehorn then gathered the ball in and instantly reversed direction to weave up the field through seven Vikings before he was finally tackled.
I'd been looking forward to that first leg of the trail, which weaves up and over the mountains that run like a spine down the peninsula.
A series of rope bridges, swings, ladders and zip wires weave up 50ft through the woodland canopy in the heart of the Tamar Valley.
Here you can mooch around the stalls with their jaunty red and white striped awnings, tuck into a pot of creamy porridge from the Stoats Porridge Bar, then weave up to the castle itself.
