gewoeld oor Engels

gewoeld

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Abigail had gehuild en onbewust met haar handen door het zand gewoeld, alsof ze zichzelf uit haar ellende wilde graven.
Abigail had been crying and unconsciously churning her hands through the sand, as if to dig herself out of her misery.

Ze boog zich voorover en voor hij het wist had ze door zijn haar gewoeld.
She leaned over and before he knew what was happening she had tousled his hair.

'Hij zal zien dat er in de modder is gewoeld, ' zei Smith zenuwachtig.
"""He'll see the mud has been stirred up,"" said Smith nervously."

‘Hoe ben je...’ De stem brak af en plotseling werd er in het stro gewoeld en klonk er een soort hijgend gegorgel.
'How did you --' The voice broke off, and there was a sudden thrashing in the straw and a kind of wheezy gurgling.

Hij dacht aan hoe die hand door zijn haar had gewoeld en hoe haar vingers in zijn schouders hadden geklauwd.
He thought about the way that hand had felt tangled in his hair, those fingertips sinking into his shoulders.

Zo te zien had hij vele malen met zijn vingers door zijn haren gewoeld, want die zaten helemaal in de war.
He’d obviously run his hand through his hair numerous times, because it was in mad disarray.

Ze had de hele nacht gewoeld terwijl ze dacht aan Carter en overdacht wat haar volgende stap met hem moest zijn.
She’d tossed and turned all night thinking and deliberating about what her next move would be with Carter.

Aan de linkerkant van zijn hoofd stonden zijn haren rechtop, alsof hij er met zijn hand in had gewoeld.
The hair on the left side of his head stuck out, as though he’d been running his hands through it.

In die tijd hadden we geschopt, gewoeld en gevochten om elk stukje ruimte.
Then—back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room.

—Deze woorden hadden den ganschen nacht Fauchelevent door ’t hoofd gewoeld.
These words were chasing one another through Fauchelevent’s head the whole night.

Het was alsof Eostra in zijn gedachten had gewoeld.
It was as if Eostra had reached into his mind and twisted his thoughts.

Haar korte, donkere haar stond recht overeind, alsof ze er herhaaldelijk met haar vingers door had gewoeld.
Her short, dark hair was up in spikes, as if she’d shoved her fingers through it repeatedly.

Het bed was door elkaar gewoeld en hij probeerde zijn benen vrij te schoppen, maar ze zaten vast.
The bed was tangled and he tried to kick his legs free, but they were trapped.

Ze had de hele nacht gewoeld en gedraaid, rouwend om wat ze als haar laatste kans op liefde had gezien.
She had tossed and turned all night mourning what she had seen to be her very last chance at love.

Maar al snel had hij geglimlacht en door haar haar gewoeld.
But soon he had smiled and ruffled her hair.

Hij voelde dat hij in open wonden had gewoeld.
He sensed he had probed open wounds.

Onder dit kalme, hoge voorhoofd hadden de meest diepzinnige gedachten van de eeuw gewoeld en vorm gekregen.
Beneath that high, serene forehead some of the most profound ideas of the century had fallen into place.

Evelyn had tevreden en trots gekeken en Seamus had door Kelly’s haar gewoeld en gezegd dat ze het verdiende.
Evelyn had looked pleased and proud and Seamus had ruffled Kelly’s hair and told her that she deserved it.

Hun voetstappen in de open gewoelde aarde van de wijngaard gingen alle in de richting van Coercri.
Their footprints in the open earth of the vineyard ran in the direction of Coercri.

Hij had gewoeld en onbehaaglijk op zijn slaapzak liggen draaien, met de geluiden van het oerwoud in zijn hoofd.
He had tossed and turned uncomfortably on the hammock, the sounds of the forest in his ears.

Hij had gelachen en door haar haren gewoeld, zijn manier om haar te laten voelen dat ze zijn kleine meisje was.
He laughed and mussed her hair, his old way of making her feel like his little girl.

Haar haren waren kastanjebruin, en het leek alsof ze er net met haar vingers doorheen had gewoeld.
Her hair was a warm chestnut brown and looked as if she, or someone else, had just raked her or his fingers through it.

Zijn donkere haren zaten in de war, alsof hij er met zijn handen doorheen had gewoeld.
His dark hair was mussed as if he’d run his hands through it.

Ooit hadden ze paardjegereden op zijn knie en had hij met zijn vingers door hun zachte krullen gewoeld.
Once he had bounced them on his knee and ran his fingers through their soft curls.

Volgens mij had ze niet meer door mijn haar gewoeld sinds ik dertien of vijftien was – heel lang geleden, in elk geval.
I don’t believe she’d ruffled my hair since I was thirteen or fifteen—not for a long time, anyway.