Crossword-Solution: ATTRITION
Dictionary
| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Attrition | n. | The act of rubbing together; friction; the act of wearing by friction, or by rubbing substances together; abrasion. |
| Attrition | n. | The state of being worn. |
| Attrition | n. | Grief for sin arising only from fear of punishment or feelings of shame. See Contrition. |
Anagrams
| Word | Anagrams | |
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| ATTRITION | anagram | TITRATION |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TEARE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with ATTRITION (5)
But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly sharper and clearer under the attrition of thinking them over, and so he presently found himself leaning to the impression that the thing might not have been a dream, after all.
The gold of some was worn thin, betokening the attrition of years of wedlock; others, glittering from the jeweller’s shop, must have been lost within the honeymoon.
Those portions in which attrition was very great were removed, and the splinters of bone taken out, showing an enormous wound.
The author may arrange the gems effectively, but their fhape and luftre have been given by the attrition of ages.
The companionship of her schoolfellows, her music and art-lessons, her books (during the limited periods allotted to serious study and reading), and, above all, her attrition at receptions with another order of men than that she had known in the rough, uncultured West, occupied her mind so fully that poor Dick Lane, who was putting a thought of Echo Allen in every blow of his pick, received only the scraps of her attention.
Quotes with ATTRITION (3)
Real arms races are run by highly intelligent, bespectacled engineers in glass offices thoughtfully designing shiny weapons on modern computers. But there's no thinking in the mud and cold of nature's trenches. At best, weapons thrown together amidst the explosions and confusion of smoky battlefields are tiny variations on old ones, held together by chewing gum. If they don't work, then something else is thrown at the enemy, including the kitchen sink - there's nothing "progr…
You see, it is so hard for these creatures to persevere. The routine of adversity, the gradual decay of youthful loves and youthful hopes, the quiet despair (hardly felt as pain) of ever overcoming the chronic temptations with which we have again and again defeated them, the drabness which we create in their lives and the inarticulate resentment with which we teach them to respond to it--all this provides admirable opportunities of wearing out a soul by attrition.
There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then somewhere in the fickle mists of creation came humanity, clawing and afraid, grasping and ambitious. Enveloped in a dangerous world, these creatures lived as scavengers; afraid of the greater things of the world. They were beset by disease, lack of claws or fangs, and the lack of habitat to call their own. Lefeyhdie had not provided any particular prey or plant for them to eat…
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Appears in: CrosSynergy, NYT, USA TODAY.
Used 5 times in crossword archives (1945–2014).