Usar "cell" en una oración
cell oraciones de ejemplo
cell
1. It was already the afternoon and people were walking by with their suits and their cell phones
2. The reverend quoted passages out of scientific studies about how singing raises the white blood cell count
3. exposed wood shaving floor of her tin cell yard, feeling as though she ran under the
4. "Get into that cell
5. " I fell into the cell on the floor and he banged the door shut
6. I looked around the cell
7. It was a cell
8. The Garda's eye came to the peep-hole in the cell door
9. Before I could protest he was in the cell and had pulled the phone out of my hands
10. If you trust the Word with every cell in your body, it means that the
11. He left the cell
12. A call to prayer filters into the cell from outside the jail
13. A key turns in the lock of the cell door and a GUARD
14. Curled up in the middle of a bleak and hooded cell
15. Heart-pounding tension washed through the man in the cell, who sat huddled and
16. edges of the thick cell walls and dissolved the shifting shapes of the man that he had
17. passage beyond slice into the heart of the cell
18. broad chest and powerful frame in the light that spilled into the cell from the
19. He could see, even in the dim light of the cell, how tired and faded
20. So”, replied MacKenzie, gesturing at the thick stone walls of his cell, “you built all
21. If they knew they were simulating a cell in a larger organism, they would not be able to perform their function in the larger organism that is the Haad of Al-Harron
22. manhandled out of the cell MacKenzie turned to look at Danton and opened his
23. He looked back into the cell and saw the chicken
24. with the cuff of his jacket and prowled over to the far wall of the cell where he
25. Then he walked out of the cell and stood directly in front of Citizen Marat’s head
26. I lay on the mattress in my underground cell and let the drifting memories of London and Usman fade to black
27. The mattress was against the left hand wall as you entered the cell
28. I started to explore my cell
29. The cell was slightly deeper than the mattress, perhaps by as much as a metre, and the space was double the width of the mattress
30. The walls were breeze-block, roughly pointed, and the floor of the cell was the same rough concrete as the corridor
31. By the far wall of the cell I found a dry plastic bucket with a broken handle
32. As I became more confident in my new surroundings I stood up and tested the cell for height
33. As I relieved myself the sound of liquid hitting the sides of the bucket burst the bubble of silence in my cell
34. You know you’re in a cell
35. At first, when the long hours of silence were rudely interrupted by activity out in the corridor, I did not believe in the sounds that came from the world outside of my cell: boots on ladder rungs, a scuff of rubber soles across rough concrete, and finally the sound of a key in a lock
36. When the door to my cell opened and he squatted down in front of me I had assumed that he was as nonchalant about all of this as he looked
37. Now that I was outside of the cell he seemed palpably nervous, as though my movement across the threshold somehow threatened his safety
38. With the last tread of rubber on concrete outside my cell door I pulled the sack over my head and waited
39. That same dull light trickled into my cell, opening up a chequered world of dusk and shadow through the fibres of my hood
40. Eventually Smiler hauled himself to his feet and stepped over to the threshold of the cell
41. The bottle spun off the tray and skittered across the floor of my cell, coming to rest against the back wall by the slops bucket
42. I glimpsed a simulacrum of moon and sun briefly through a brown lattice fog when the cell door opened
43. It had to be morning because the tray on the floor in the doorway of my cell carried a plate of bread and jam and a mug of hot, milky tea
44. Smiler slid the tray a little further into the cell
45. Then, just before the door slammed shut again, The Kid poked his head into the cell and said, “Not promising anything, but I’ll see what I can do
46. I felt as though the air that he and I breathed together in my small cell was somehow sanctified, was in some way more fresh and sweet than at other times
47. I took to pacing the cell, back and forth in the darkness, refusing to light the room from my weekly ration of tea-lights
48. I told myself that I had neither the energy nor the will to worry any more I did still feel a slight chill and quickening of the pulse with every tread of a boot on the ladder outside of my cell, but it was different now
49. The morning progressed as usual, and after ten minutes of being left alone with my breakfast the guard returned to my cell to collect the dishes
50. Apollo slides down the corner of his cell with his palms pressed firmly against his ears, trying to stifle the girl's cries