Beaming meaning

Adjective: beaming

Pronunciation:(bee-ming)

Beaming meaning:

• Cheerful and bright

Synonyms: glad

• Pleased and proud

• Radiating or as if radiating light

Synonyms: beamy, effulgent, radiant, refulgent
Verb: beam

Pronunciation:(beem)

Beaming meaning:

• Smile radiantly; express joy through one’s facial expression

• Emit light; be bright, as of the sun or a light

Synonyms: shine

• Express with a beaming face or smile

• (broadcast medium) broadcast over the airwaves, as in radio or television

Synonyms: air, send, broadcast, transmit

• Have a complexion with a strong bright colour, such as red or pink

Synonyms: glow, radiate, shine

• Experience a feeling of well-being or happiness, as from good health or an intense emotion

Synonyms: glow, radiate, shine
Quotations:

1. J.K. Rowling – Hello, Harry” said George, beaming at him. “We thought we heard your dulcet tones.””You don’t want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,” said Fred, also beaming. “There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn’t hear you.
2. Steven Moffat – Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you’re Father Christmas!The Doctor: Who says I’m not, red-bicycle-when-you-were-twelve?Rose: shocked What?The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this! Go on, ask me anything; I’m on fire!
3. Roald Dahl – A whizzpopper!” cried the BFG, beaming at her. “Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping if forbidden among human beans?
4. Heather Dixon – A muffled voice startled them both.”When are you going to kiss her?”They pulled away. In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against the glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming wicked little grins. Delphinium and Eve whispered and giggled to each other; Bramble wore a magnificent grin on her face and a spark of light in her yellow-green eyes.Another figure stood among them. This one had his arms folded across his chest, stiff and firm and formal. Yet he did not look displeased.
5. Marissa Meyer – Amusement touched the corner of his lips. “Animals love me.””Oh, I’m sure they do,” Scarlet said, beaming with fake encouragement. She shut the door before muttering, “What farm animals don’t love a wolf?
6. Wendy Mass – So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden certainty that wherever I am in the future – up in my tree house, alone in the school cafeteria, or trying to figure out what my teachers are talking about, a part of me will always be right here, right now, wish that giant eye in the sky shining down on me, telling me it’s going to be alright.
7. Corrie ten Boom – It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, a former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there – the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie’s pain-blanched face.He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggles to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I prayed, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.
8. Charles Dickens – She stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
9. Robert Graves – Full moon as I walked out one harvest night about the stroke of one,the moon attained to her full height stood beaming like the Sun.She exorcised the ghostly wheat to mute assent in Love’s defeat whose tryst had now begun.The fields lay sick beneath my tread, a tedious owlet cried;The nightingale above my head with this or that replied,like man and wife who nightly keep In consequent debate in sleep as they dream side by side.Your phantom wore the moon’s cold mask,my phantom wore the same,Forgetful of the feverish task in hope of which they came,each image held the other’s eyes and watched a grey distraction rise to cloud the eager flame.To cloud the eager flame of love,to fog the shining gate:They held the tyrannous queen above sole mover of their fate,They glared as marble statues glare across the tessellated stair or down the Halls of State. And now cold earth was Arctic sea, each breath came dagger keen,two bergs of glinting ice were we,The broad moon sailed between;There swam the mermaids, tailed and finned,And Love went by upon the wind as though it had not been.
10. Harper Lee – She went to him. “Atticus,” she said. “I’m—” “You may be sorry, but I’m proud of you.” She looked up and saw her father beaming at her. “What?” “I said I’m proud of you.” “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand men at all and I never will.” “Well, I certainly hoped a daughter of mine’d hold her ground for what she thinks is right—stand up to me first of all.

Sample sentences:

1. I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!”Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.”And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” Ron yelled.
2. As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them.It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them.”Congratulations, Harry!’ she said beaming at him. “I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?””Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Goodbye!
3. Is that all?” he blurted out.Crowley and Halt exchanged slightly puzzled glances. Then Crowley pursed his lips thoughtfully.“Um… it seems to be listed your training, mentioned a few achievements, made sure you know which end of an arrow is the sharp part decided your new name. I think that’s…” Then it seemed that understanding dawned on him and his eyes opened wide.“Of course! You have to have you Silver. What is, don’t you?” He took hold of the chain that held his own Silver Oak leaf around his throat and shook it lightly. It was a badge of a Graduate Ranger. Then he began to search through his pockets, frowning.“Had it here! Had it here! Where the devil is it, wait. I heard something fall on the boards as I came in! Must have dropped it. Just check outside the front door, will you, Will?”Too stunned to talk, Will rose and went to the door. As he set his hand on the latch, he looked back at the two Rangers, still seated at the table. Crowley made a small shooing motion with the back of his hand, urging him to go outside. Will was still looking back at them when he opened the door and stepped through on the verandah.“Congratulations!”The massive cry went up from at least forty throats. He swung around in shock to find all his friends gathered in the clearing outside around the table laid for a feast, their faces beaming with smiles. Baron Arald, Sir Rodney, Lady Pauline and Master Chubb were all there. So were Jenny and George, his former wardmates. There were a dozen others in the Ranger uniform – men he had met worked with over the past five years. And wonder of wonders, there were Erak and Svengal , bellowing his name and waving their huge axes overhead in his praise. Close by them stood Horace and Gilan, both brandishing their swords overhead as well. It looked like a dangerous section of the crowd to be in, Will thought.After the first concerted shout, people began cheering and calling his name, laughing and waving to him.Halt and Crowley joined him on the verandah. The Commandant was doubled over with laughter.“Oh, if you could have seen yourself!” he wheezed. “Your face! Your face! It was priceless! ‘Is that all?’” He mimicked Will’s plaintive tones and doubled over again.Will tuned to Halt accusingly. His teacher grinned at him.“Your face was a study,” he said.“Do you so that to all apprentices?” Will asked.Halt nodded vigorously. “Every one. Stops them getting a swelled head at the last minute. You have to swear never to let an apprentice in on the secret.
4. You know, I can sort of control it now,” I tell him, beaming. “I can moderate my strength levels.””Good for you. I’ll buy you a balloon the minute the world stops shitting on itself.
5. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.”Welcome!” he said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!””Thank you!”He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or not.“Is he — a bit mad?” he asked Percy uncertainly.”Mad?” said Percy airily. “He’s a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?
6. Where do you think the money went?” he repeated. “Guns?” asked Jesper. “Ships?” queried Inej. “Bombs?” suggested Wylan. “Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered. He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.” “Sugar,” said Kaz. Jesper nudged the sugar bowl down the table to him. Kaz rolled his eyes. “Not for my coffee, you podge. I used the money to buy up sugar shares and placed them in private accounts for all of us—under aliases, of course.” “I don’t like speculation,” said Matthias. “Of course you don’t. You like things you can see. Like piles of snow and benevolent tree gods.” “Oh, there it is!” said Inej, resting her head on Nina’s shoulder and beaming at Matthias. “I missed his glower.
7. She looks defeated. Beautiful and soft and damaged standing there before me partially clothed in the light of the moon beaming through the tall window. Beautiful, but defeated. That look in her eyes, it somehow latches onto my soul and all I want is for her to turn and walk away. Because I know that if she doesn’t, if she presses me further with those soft lips and sad, vulnerable eyes that I’ll succumb to the moment and either fuck her or kill her.
8. Before anything,” he said as he brought her around to face him, “I want to give you this.”Fumbling in his suitcoat, he produced a small package wrapped in brown paper and string, and gave it to Azalea. Curious, she tugged at the strings of the light package until they unkonotted. The paper fell away.It was a silver handkerchief. Supple and soft, just as Mother’s had been. In the corner were the ambroidered initials A.K.W.Azalea laughed and cried at once. She threw her arms around Mr. Bradford’s neck, wanting to embrace him so deeply she could feel his soul.”Yes,” she cried, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!””Well-I-never even said anything,” he said.Even so, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. Azalea pressed her cheek into his collar, rumpling it, and breathing into his cravat. It smelled of fresh linen. She felt Mr. Bradford’s cheek pressing the top of her head. His lips touched her hair.A muffled voice startled them both.”When are you going to kiss her?”They pulled away.In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against te glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming wicked little grins. Delphinium and Eve whispered and giggled to each other;Bramble wore a magnificent grin on her face and a spark of light in her yellow-green eyes.Another figure stood among them.This one had his arms folded across his chest, stiff and firm and formal. Yet he did not look displeased.”Those rotten little spies!” said Azalea.
9. The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when you are in a delicious state of anticipation, and are liable to smile without any obvious reason. Evidently that is what nature is experiencing just now. The ground is cold, mud and snow squelches under foot, but how cheerful, gentle and inviting everything is! The air is so clear and transparent that if you were to climb to the top of the pigeon loft or the bell tower, you feel you might actually see the whole universe from end to end. The sun is shining brightly, and its playful, beaming rays are bathing in the puddles along with the sparrows. The river is swelling and darkening; it has already woken up and very soon will begin to roar. The trees are bare, but they are already living and breathing.
10. But you’re dead,” said Harry.”Oh yes,” said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.”Then, I’m dead too?””Ah,” said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. “That is the question, isn’t it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.”They looked at each other, the old man still beaming.”Not?” repeated Harry.”Not,” said Dumbledore.”But…” Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. “But I should have died—I didn’t defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!””And that,” said Dumbledore, “will, I think, have made all the difference.
11. Love is a lost gift. Why wish for its return. Why beg for its flame when you’ve already been burned? Is it not enough to live from day to day remembering its tune like a beautiful melody you heard years ago- is it not enough to see a bruise and remember how it blossomed? Love is a song we hear only a few moments in our lifetime but it’s that memory that is the gift, the way we remember it lasts forever. Stop ruining love by wanting what no longer exists. Your soul is beaming with flowers, it’s time to stop watering your scars.
12. READING, beaming up into books” -Kevin ‘Freak’ from Freak’s Dictionary –“Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 167
13. All life is energy and we are transmitting it at every moment. We are all little beaming little signals like radio frequencies, and the world is responding in kind.
14. It is an extremely unfortunate fact, that there are those who see the morale of respect as something that is beneficial to the other person on the receiving end, rather than something that is beneficial to the one who is capable of giving the respect! Because that’s simply not how it works; the person who is capable of discerning respect and giving it to others, is the person who is better! There are people who believe that the virtue of respect and the ability to discern when to give respect and in which amounts to give it, belongs to the lower class! Oh I beg, I beg to differ! No. And no and no! If I am able to discern the amounts of respect to be given so that I may function as a beaming member of society, this virtue illuminates me; this virtue does not illuminate those whom I give the respect to! Respect is known by the illuminated being!s
15. When you want genuine music — music that will come right home to you like a bad quarter, suffuse your system like strychnine whisky, go right through you like Brandreth’s pills, ramify your whole constitution like the measles, and break out on your hide like the pin-feather pimples on a picked goose, — when you want all this, just smash your piano, and invoke the glory-beaming banjo!
16. she was just beaming at me, and I thought she’d won the lottery or something, her smile was that big. I asked what happened, and she said.” Park swallowed again. “She said, ‘You’re here.”’ He blinked at Tess. “‘You’re here.’ That’s all it was. That big goofy smile just because I was there. Nobody ever smiled like that at me before.
17. One night when we were lying under the stars together she pointed to this beaming bright star beside the moon and said wherever she was in the world, whether we were together or apart, that I should remember her with that star because it would always be there-that it was her with me.
18. Wagon Train was on. It seemed to be beaming in from some foreign country. I shut that off, too, and went into another room, a windowless one with a painted door–a dark cavern with a floor-to-ceiling library. I switched on the lamps. The place had an overpowering presence of literature and you couldn’t help but lose your passion for dumbness.
19. We won!” yelled Ron, bounding into sight and brandishing the silver Cup at Harry. “We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!” Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny’s head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vane looking as though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry’s eyes sought Ron. At last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, then Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well — if you must. The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which — if they had time — they might discuss the match.
20. Seriously. Fifteen percent or I’m slipping garlic powder into your next Bloody Mary.”He fixed me with a scowl that could launch a thousand horror novels. I smiled. Muttering murderous things under his breath,he pulled out his wallet and handed over the money.”Come back soon,” I chirped, beaming as I went back to the cash register. I might not have Tasey on me regularly, but I could still best vamps.
21. The warning is beaming at us from all directions: We’re not wrong to be paranoid about the machines.
22. For most of 2015, the dwarf planet has been beaming a mystery back at us.
23. She’s beaming with happiness.
24. She was beaming with delight.
25. In the picture the Crazy in Love singer is beaming as she stands in a fluffy white robe over her Ralph & Russo crystal and pearl embellished bodysuit, that she wears for the initial section of her show.
26. Denver Clerk and Recorder Debra Johnson was beaming as she awaited the first couple to walk through the doors. “It’s so gratifying,” she said. “I’m so excited.
27. Bill Kenwright is beaming as he sits in the boardroom of his London office.
28. You don’t have to be a style expert to know that colour trends are largely dictated by the seasons and there’s no better time to experiment with vibrant shades than the summer, when higher temperatures and a beaming sun make everything feel a little brighter.
29. The beaming kid, wearing his KOs jersey that’s Kelowna/Okanagan, and pronounced chaos and a ball cap turned backwards, was given a game ball and sweatshirt by veteran national team player Garrett Hickling, who also grew up in Kelowna.
30. It is there on his beaming face every time he lines up for a race – be it the heat of the national championships at a rainy Birmingham or on the world’s biggest stage.