(pl. ) of Life
(n.) pl. of Life.
(a. & adv.) Alive; living; with life.
n. plural of life.
- I believe that he would have come all the way had it not been that Dr. Ferrier, who lives near me, was going down by that very train. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- A Greek girl, called Helena, who lives in the Island of Fantasy. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- He touched his hat politely to the ladies, and remarked that he supposed they had never seen so many live Yankees before in their lives. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- No, John Carter, it is useless, she cried, hopelessly, I may never be yours while Sab Than lives. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- Are we to be exposed to this unnatural conduct every moment of our lives? Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- You will ruin no more lives as you have ruined mine. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Your officer, Captain Dufranne, is one of them, and the forest man who has saved the lives of every member of my father's party is the other. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- There are some events surely in all men's lives, I replied, the memory of which they would be unwilling entirely to lose? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Therefore, those who had died at his hands must have seen him and paid the penalty with their lives. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Who lives here? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Damn the beast, if he had as many lives as a cat, he would owe them all to me! Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Before a lobster is cooked he is green, that being the color of the rocks around which he lives on the bottom of the ocean. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- There were a thousand lives to save, but it was of only one that I was thinking when I dropped over the wall that night. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- But he lives unknown in England, he is no Marquis there; he is Mr. Charles Darnay. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- I would call on her, in spite of the devil; but that I know not where she lives. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Your lives and property are sacred and inviolable amongst one another until the end of time. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- Yours lives in London, I think. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Many that want food and clothing have cheerier lives and brighter prospects than she had; many, harassed by poverty, are in a strait less afflictive. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I saw her laid low in her kindred vaults, And her immortal part with angels lives. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- It is said there are hundreds of people in this curious city who never have seen a living horse in their lives. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- And thus, through years and years, and lives and lives, everything goes on, constantly beginning over and over again, and nothing ever ends. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- She then called for Miss Morrison, a young lady who lives in the next villa, and the two went off together to their meeting. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- The lives of both Philip and his son were pervaded by the personality of a restless and evil woman, Olympias, the mother of Alexander. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- The child of seven years lives yet in the girl of seventeen, said she. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- If he lives, he will, Mr. Pickwick. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Mr. Tupman had saved the lives of innumerable unoffending birds by receiving a portion of the charge in his left arm. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Do you know where Mr. Matthew Pocket lives? Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- He'd have their lives, and the lives of scores of 'em. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- The reality that is worthy of attention is a change in the very texture and quality of millions of lives--a change that will be vividly perceptible only in the retrospect of history. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- He cried in an anguish of delight and gratitude: if anybody gave you and me a thousand a year, or saved our lives, we could not be so affected. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.