Crossword-Solution: BREEZELESS
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Breezeless | a. | Motionless; destitute of breezes. |
We have 3 clues for the answer “BREEZELESS”
| Clue | Answers |
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| AIRLESS | 15 answers |
| Stuffy | 50 answers |
| Still | 89 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
ERETA
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with BREEZELESS (5)
Dawn showed them Jamaica Pond, smooth and breezeless, and encircled with green skeins of foliage, delicate and new.
Every art that luxury could invent to give freshness and coolness to the languid and breezeless heat of the day without (a day on which the breath of the sirocco was abroad) had been called into existence.
Yet the event--long protracted--came at last! It was a dry, feverish, breezeless afternoon, when the short, echoless explosion of a revolver puffed out on the river, followed by another, delivered so rapidly that they seemed rolled into one.
There in the velvet pines the moonlight slept calmly, and the shadows rested quietly under the breezeless sky.
The deep and cloudless blue sky was brilliant with the noonday sun while a hot breezeless haze hung over all.
Quotes with BREEZELESS (2)
At the sight of the flag he tasted tears in his throat. In the Stars and Stripes all the passions of his life coalesced to produce the ache with which he loved the United States of America - with which he loved the dirty, plain, honest faces of GIs in the photographs of World War Two, with which he loved the sheets of rain rippling across the green playing field toward the end of the school year, with which he cherished the sense-memories of the summers in his childhood, the …
Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out of corners on drizzly autumn afternoons. They lurked offstage, silent or sighing or reaching out to run a finger across her arm. They were the curtains fluttering in the window on a breezeless morning, the musty scent that arose when opening an abandoned cellar …