A drowning man will clutch at straws.
A drowning man will clutch at a straw.
Michael Sullivan: So what does the clutch do? Michael Sullivan, Jr.: It clutches
I want students to engage the way a clutch on a car gets engaged: an engine can be running, making appropriate noises, burning fuel and creating exhaust fumes, but unless the clutch is engaged, nothing moves. It's all sound and smoke, and nobody gets...
You clutch your comfortable excuses, saying, .
Adriana loved even the rank animal smell of the man's body, her sweat-slicked breasts and belly flattened beneath him, and her arms and legs clutching him as a drowning woman might clutch another person to save her life. Don't don't don't don't leave...
My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
One of my biggest problems this season was with the clutch at the start of the race. I hate to risk the car.
[last lines] Dr. Frankenstein: [clutching Elizabeth reassuringly] Darling, darling.
He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he's a part of the world.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
I've always loved when girls carry their wallets as a clutch instead of a bag.
I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
Whether it's a bright shoe or a clutch or a lipstick, I've had a lot of fun using color contacts as an accessory.
In the trunk of her car, my mother used to keep a collapsible easel, a clutch of brushes, a little wooden case stocked with tubes of paint, and, tucked into the spare-tire well, one of my father's old, tobacco-stained shirts, for a smock.
...it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.
I've always been more comfortable sinking while clutching a good theory than swimming with an ugly fact.
The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.
Psht, as if. You and what army could possibly rescue her from my clutches? -JEN
