1 She felt an intense longing to prolong, to perpetuate, the momentary exaltation of her spirit.
2 And there was the old portrait of Grandma Robillard, with bosoms half bared, hair piled high and nostrils cut so deeply as to give her face a perpetual well-bred sneer.
3 She wanted to be a nun and observe perpetual adoration.
4 His skin was red and rough, as if from perpetual sunburn; he often went away to hot springs to take mud baths.
5 Cutter lived in a state of perpetual warfare with his wife, and yet, apparently, they never thought of separating.
6 There was a perpetual smile in his eyes, which seldom failed to awaken a corresponding cheerfulness in any one who looked into them and listened to his good-humored voice.
7 It came as if self-impelled, driving all before it, a perpetual explosion.
8 They had no money to spend for the pleasure of spending, but there were a few absolutely necessary things, and the buying of these was a perpetual adventure for Ona.
9 For one thing the cold was almost more than the children could bear; and then they, too, were in perpetual peril from rivals who plundered and beat them.
10 His outward life was commonplace and uninteresting; he was just a hotel-porter, and expected to remain one while he lived; but meantime, in the realm of thought, his life was a perpetual adventure.
11 When in Mr. Gardner's employment, I was kept in such a perpetual whirl of excitement, I could think of nothing, scarcely, but my life; and in thinking of my life, I almost forgot my liberty.
12 Then the tune with its feet always on the same spot, became sugared, insipid; bored a hole with its perpetual invocation to perpetual adoration.
13 It was a perpetual estrangement.
14 How many of those impassioned but temporary embraces were destined to become perpetual was possibly the wonder of some of those who indulged in them, as well as of Eustacia who looked on.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 4: 3 She Goes Out to Battle against Depression 15 On the present heated afternoon, when no perceptible wind was blowing, the trees kept up a perpetual moan which one could hardly believe to be caused by the air.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 4: 5 The Journey across the Heath