Thursday , 20 June 2024

Gaping meaning

Adjective: gaping

Pronunciation:(gey-ping)

Gaping meaning:

  • With the mouth wide open as in wonder or awe

Synonyms: agape

gaping meaning
Verb: gape

Pronunciation:(geyp)

Gaping meaning:

  • Look with amazement; look stupidly

Synonyms: goggle, gawp, gawk

  • Be wide open

Synonyms: yawn, yaw

Chasm meaning
Grand canyon -Arizona ( deep chasm ). The deep gaping canyon.

Quotations:

  1. Alyson Noel – I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
  2. Cassandra Clare – While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,” she said. “Only that and nothing more.”Jace’s heart started to pound. He met the Queen’s eyes with his own. “Why are you doing this? “Desire is not always lessened by disgust. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire your kiss, she won’t be free.”“You don’t have to do this, Clary, it’s a trick” Isabelle sounded exasperated. ‘Who cares, anyway? It’s just a kiss.”“That’s right,” Jace said. Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this one chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again. “It’s just a kiss,” he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too. Not that it mattered there was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before. She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him… All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count. He whispered in her ear. “You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like,” he said.Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes coppery lines against her pale, fragile skin. “I’ve never even been to England,” she said, and the softness, the anxiety in her voice almost undid him. He had never kissed a girl without knowing she wanted it too, usually more than he did, and this was Clary, and he didn’t know what she wanted. Her eyes were still closed, but she shivered, and leaned into him barely, but it was permission enough.His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him. His hands flattened against her back and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her. He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud. His hands slid down to her waist. 
  3. Michelle Obama – Women endure entire lifetimes of these indignities in the form of catcalls, groping, assault, oppression. These things injure us. They sap our strength. Some of the cuts are so small they’re barely visible. Others are huge and gaping, leaving scars that never heal. Either way, they accumulate. We carry them everywhere, to and from school and work, at home while raising our children, at our places of worship, anytime we try to advance.
  4. Alexandra Bracken – I’ll teach you later, but for now I just need someone to watch the signs for me. Come on up to the copilot chair.”I jerked a thumb in the direction of Chubs. Liam only shook his head. “Are you kidding me? Yesterday he thought a mailbox was a clown.”I unbuckle my seat belt with a sigh. As I climbed over Chubs’s outstretched legs to the front, I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes going to his too-small glasses. ” Is his eyesight really that bad?””Worse,” Liam said. “So, right after we got the hell out of Caledonia, we broke into this house to spend the night, right? I woke up in the middle of the night hearing the most awful noise, like a cow dying or something. I followed the wailing, clutching some kid’s baseball bat, thinking I was going to have to beat someone’s head in for us to make a clean getaway. then I saw what was sitting at the bottom of a drained pool.””No way,” I said.”Way,” he confirmed. “Hawkeye had gone out to relieve himself and had somehow missed the giant gaping hole in the ground. Twisted his ankle and couldn’t climb out of the deep end.I tried so hard not to laugh, but it was impossible. The mental image was just too damn good.
  5. Miranda Kenneally – Henry looks from my face back to the field, and his eyes pop open wide. I turn to see why he’s gaping: JJ and Carter are messing around, trying to shove a scrawny wide receiver into Jerry Rice’s stroller.”JJ!” Henry yells, “You can’t fit a freshman in that stroller.
  6. Anne Lamott – Two things put me in the spirit to give. One is that I have come to think of everyone with whom I come into contact as a patient in the emergency room. I see a lot of gaping wounds and dazed expressions. Or, as Marianne Moore put it, “The world’s an orphan’s home.” And this feels more true than almost anything else I know. But so many of us can be soothed by writing: think of how many times you have opened a book, read one line, and said, “Yes!” And I want to give people that feeling, too, of connection, communication.
  7. J.K. Rowling – She’s a veela!” he said hoarsely to Harry.“Of course she isn’t!” said Hermione tartly. “I don’t see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!
  8. J.D. Robb – She came before she could stop herself, a small pop of release. Panting, she ripped the goggles off and found Peabody gaping at her.”It wasn’t a walk on a quiet beach,” Eve managed.”I could see that. What was it, exactly?””A couple of mostly naked guys and a big satin bed.” Eve blew out a breath, set the goggles down. “Who’d have thought she relaxed with sex fantasies?””Ah, Lieutenant. Sir. As your aide, I believe it’s my responsibility to test that unit. For evidence control.”Eve tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Peabody, I couldn’t let you take that kind of risk.””I’m a cop, sir. Risk is my life.

Sample sentences:

  1. His heart’s occupied elsewhere,” said Ben from behind me. “And even if it weren’t he’s not interested in your kind. But, I’m available and ready.””You don’t have a heart,” I told him. “Just a gaping hole where it should have been.””All the more reason for you to give me yours.”I pounded my forehead against Warren ‘s back. “Tell me Ben’s not flirting with me.””Hey,” said Ben sounding hurt. “I was talking cannibalism, not romance.
  2. He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realize that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him – she could read what was in his eyes, he realized. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it.“Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.’I have lost everything’, Will thought. ‘Everything.
  3. The walls weren’t moving, and the room was open – gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward.I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn’t move as he licked away another path of salt water, and then another. My body went taut and loose all at once and I burned, even as chills shuddered along my limbs. It was only when his tongue danced along the damp edges of my lashes that I jerked back.He chuckled as I scrambled for the corner of the cell. I wiped my face as I glared at him.He smirked, sitting down against a wall. “I figured that would get you to stop crying.””It was disgusting.” I wiped my face again.”Was it?” He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to his palm – to the place where my tattoo would be. “Beneath all your pride and stubbornness, I could have sworn I detected something that felt differently. Interesting.””Get out.””As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming.
  4. At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn’t miserable anymore: I wasn’t anything at all. I was a nothing – a random configuration of molecules. If my heart still beat I didn’t know it. I was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called Death, all I knew was nothing, all I did meant nothing, all I felt conveyed nothing. This was no passing thought. It was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold.
  5. I’ve been walking around with a hollow chasm in my chest where my heart used to be.But that gaping hole is full again. My heart is back, because Jamie is here.And he fucking loves me.
  6. My Selection wasn’t a farce, but it wasn’t that far off. My father chose all the contestants by hand, picking young women with political alliances, influential families, or enough charm to make the entire country worship the ground they walked on. He knew he had to make it varied enough to seem legit, so there were three Fives thrown into the mix but nothing below that.The Fives were meant to be little more than throwaways to keep anyone from being suspicious.”I realized my mouth was gaping open and shut it immediately. “Mom?”“Was meant to be gone almost immediately. Truth be told, she barely made it past my father ’s attempts to sway my opinion or remove her himself. And look at her now.” His whole face changed.“Though it was hard for me to imagine, she is even more beloved as queen than my mother. She has made four beautiful, intelligent, strong children. And she has been the source of every happiness in my life.
  7. Blitz and Hearth were almost at the shore when Alex stopped abruptly.I didn’t have any energy left either, but I thought I should try to sound encouraging. “We – we have to k-keep going.” I looked over. We were nose-to-nose under the blankets. Her eyes glinted, amber and brown. Her scarf had dipped below her chin. Her breath was like limes.Then, before I even knew what was happening, she kissed me. She could have bitten off my mouth and I would have been less surprised. Her lips were cracked and rough from the cold. Her nose fitted perfectly next to mine. Our faces aligned, our breath mixed. Then she pulled away.”I wasn’t going to die without doing that,” she said.The world of primordial ice must not have frozen me completely, because my chest burned like a coal furnace.”Well?” She frowned. “Stop gaping and let’s move.”We trudged towards the shore. My mind wasn’t working properly. I wondered if Alex had kissed me just to inspire me to keep going, or to distract me from our imminent deaths. It didn’t seem possible she’d actually wanted to kiss me. Whatever the case, that kiss was the only reason I made it to shore.
  8. My arms broke free from my control. My left hand reached for his face, his hair, to wind my fingers in it. My right hand was faster, was not mine. Melanie’s fist punched his jaw, knocked his face away from mine with a blunt, low sound. Flesh against flesh, hard and angry. The force of it was not enough to move him far, but he scrambled away from me the instant our lips were no longer connected, gaping with horror struck eyes at my horror struck expression. I stared down at the still-clenched fist, as repulsed as if I’d found a scorpion growing on the end of my arm. A gasp of revulsion choked its way out of my throat. I grabbed the right wrist with my left hand, desperate to keep Melanie from using my body for violence again. I glanced up at Jared. He was staring at the fist I restrained, too, the horror fading, surprise taking its place. In that second, his expression was entirely defenseless. I could easily read his thoughts as they moved across his unlocked face. This was not what he had expected. And he’s had expectations; that was plain to see. This had been a test. A test he’d thought he was prepared to evaluate. But he’d been surprised.Did that mean pass or fail? The pain in my chest was not a surprise. I already knew that a breaking heart was more than an exaggeration. In a flight-or-fight situation, I never had a choice; it would always be flight for me. Because Jared was between me and the darkness of the tunnel exit, I wheeled and threw myself into the box-packed hole. I was sobbing because it had been a test, and, stupid, stupid, stupid, emotional creature that I was, I wanted it to be real.Melanie was writhing in agony inside me, and it was hard to make sense of the double pain.
  9. She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn’t let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar but to weld. To forge.
  10. Grief is one big, gaping hole, isn’t it? It’s everywhere and all consuming. Some days you think you can’t go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair. Some days you don’t want to go on because it’s easier to give up than to get hurt again.
  11. Our culture has bred consumers and addicts. We eat too much, buy too much, and want too much. We set ourselves on the fruitless mission of filling the gaping hole within us with material things. Blindly, we consume more and more, believing we are hungry for more food, status, or money, yet really we are hungry for connection.
  12. An ice sculpture in the Sahara makes about as much sense as donkey left open gaping wagon, Sergeant (add cream cheese sparingly).
  13. I should say we’d reach England by Tuesday or thereabouts, with a decent wind behind us. It would be a lot quicker than that if we could just sail straight there, but I was looking at the nautical charts, and there’s a dirty great sea serpent right in the middle of the ocean! It has a horrible gaping maw and one of those scaly tails that looks like it could snap a boat clean in two. So I thought it best to sail around that.’ FitzRoy frowned. ‘I think they just draw those on maps to add a bit of decoration. It doesn’t actually mean there’s a sea serpent there.’ The galley went rather quiet. A few of the pirate crew stared intently out of the portholes, embarrassed at their Captain’s mistake. But to everyone’s relief, instead of running somebody through, the Pirate Captain just narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. That explains a lot,’ he said. ‘I suppose it’s also why we’ve never glimpsed that giant compass in the corner of the Atlantic. I have to say, I’m a little disappointed.
  14. She raises her brows at Thomas and Carmel.”How do you want to room? The two of you and the two of us? Or boys in one, girls in the other?””Boys in one,” I say quickly.”Right. Back in a minute.” Jestine gets up to make the arrangements, leaving me with my gaping friends.”Where’d that come from?” Carmel asks.”Where’d what come from?”As usual, playing dumb gets me nowhere.
  15. Cabal regarded her with mild amusement. “Smile when you whisper,” he advised her. “You’re supposed to be flirting with me, if you recall?” She stared at him icily. Then suddenly her expression thawed and she smiled winsomely, her eyes dewy with romantic love. “Oh, sweetheart, somebody tried to kill you? Whosoever would do such a thing to my nimpty-bimpty snookums?”Cabal could not have been more horrified if she’d pulled off her face to reveal a gaping chasm of eternal night from which glistening tentacles coiled and groped. That had already happened to him once in his life, and he wasn’t keen to repeat the experience. “What?” he managed in a dry whisper.“Smile when you whisper,” she said, her expression fixed and blood-curdlingly coquettish. You’re supposed to be flirting with me, remember?” “Please don’t do that.
  16. Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people- Shadow hunters and Down worlders alike- were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Light woods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.
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