Crossword-Solution: RESPIRING
Dictionary
| Word | Word Type | Definition |
|---|---|---|
| Respiring | p. pr. & vvb. n. | of Respire |
Anagrams
| Word | Anagrams | |
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| RESPIRING | anagram | REPRISING, SPRINGIER |
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| Clue | Answers |
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| Breathing | 46 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
The superficial contents of any figure; the surface included
within any given lines; superficial extent; as, the area of a square or
a triangle.
Hint 2 anagram
EARA
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with RESPIRING (5)
Becoming vital warmth, I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass, With outward and with inward breath, to feed The body by all meats.[FN#31] For in this world Being is twofold: the Divided, one; The Undivided, one.
While walking almost at hazard, following this bat, looking at this manure of the birds, respiring this dust, in this obscurity among the cobwebs and scampering rats, we came to a dark corner in which, on a big wheelbarrow, I could just distinguish a long package tied with string and that looked like a piece of rolled up cloth.
Now, as the door closed, life and action were visible in this marble form; she rushed to the old gentleman, scarce respiring, and looking up at his dignified, sad face, asked: “Is he living? Tell me only this, or is he ill?” “Yes, he lives, he does not suffer from bodily ills, but the sickness of the soul.” “And do not I also?” asked she, with quivering voice.
Lord Douglas had leaned back on the ottoman, and, respiring heavily, seemed to breathe a little from the exertion of his long discourse.
Pipelet, respiring and inhaling the air with inexpressible satisfaction, as if he had been relieved from an enormous weight.
Quotes with RESPIRING (1)
Nothing stays forever, nobody does rather. All the things, people will leave you one fine day and you’ll be a wanderer in solitude again. You’ll moan again silently through the process of decaying. All your richness or poornesswas never really of worth. When you were born, you were dead, respiring to cease. You’re a trader, exchanging everything!