The refugees are moaning sorrowfully
The wind came moaning through the trees.
He kept moaning from the pain.
A woman was heard moaning after midnight.
Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother.
She calls me more often than usual, moaning and groaning.
But at last she was still, only moaning a little in her sleep.
Leaky pipes often make moaning sounds, and radiators, especially old ones, will clang and bang.
Do you have a name for the room where someone is moaning?
The media are constantly (and hypocritically, given their enthusiastic coverage of every cough and stumble) moaning about it.
She was in a perpetual state of heightened arousal, hence the pacing, moaning, and inability to sleep.
Next time when you have to cram 6 people in an SUV and you can't stop bitching and moaning about it, think of this.
When the ugly girl saw this on his face, a great cloud of bitterness came upon her. She sank to the floor, moaning.
At the same time, they hoped to paint the Republicans as hypocrites for moaning about the deficit while fighting to keep low taxes for the very rich.
And the beauty of immortals, the tender skin of water, the comfort, the patience of my life, and the moaning of nightmares.
The air in this chamber was heavy and almost suffocating: no light was burning; but there was heavy sighing, and moaning in one corner.
For example, instead of moaning about buying all the holiday gifts, suggest that he shop for the men in the family and you buy for the women-or split some other duties.
Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, The pines were roaring on the heights, The winds were moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light.
Murray Harrold gives an insight into the working life of a travel agent, whether he is highlighting quirks in airline pricing or moaning at customers’ requests for exit seats.
But after some time, I found the drafts make moaning noises more than peaceful whistles, the floorboards creak an irritating, and rather unnerving sound, and the cozy little walls to be suffocating.
Winter is full of cold, and frost falls on the branches of the season. The wind in the North was moaning to my window with tiny dust. Some vicissitudes of life, some implicit in the mind of the mind, in the fingertips light pain.
I pretend to lie, and people tell me that I lie. I pretend to have money, people say I have money. I was cold in disguise, and people said I was cold. However, when I could not help moaning, I was told that I was pretending to be in pain.
