Hazy memory

Usage examples of blur.

After two days of riding the wall, and time spent in the evening studying the ward-wall patrol manual that Maran had provided, his eyes tend to blur whenever he looks toward the chaos and whitened granite that prisons the Accursed Forest.

That, perhaps, would be learned by heart and reproduced elsewhere underground, imperfect memory blurring the sharp elegance but perhaps not wholly losing that name, in some allomorph or other.

The gher hung in the analogue of the night sky, among great blurred star-spheres.

His forgetfulness, at first seemingly attributable to age, leads to a blurring of his awareness between consciousness and dreaming, between things that happened long ago and events as they unfold in the present.

The blurring became a smear, then where the man had stood there was only a bedraggled crow, cawing sharply as it rose upward, wings thrumming, and was swallowed by darkness.

Cloud City on the planet Bespin was usually a blur of tourist activitiesskysailing, sightseeing in cloud cars, gambling in casinos, dancing, and dining in fine floating restaurants.

Dez, Blaise shook her head, but with her vision still blurred by tears, she managed to follow Blair to their next class.

And with her mind she reached out for the soothing controls, blurring the grief, instilling calm, urging courage and hope.

Lights blurring and turning around him, as if he were floating in some great bubble or tube, floating down a stream of water.

He peered down from the ladle, his wings blurring to nothing when he noticed Nick.

The sparkles in his black silk shirt caught the light, adding to the glow his blurring wings put out.

Nick was shadowed and closed, the dim light from oncoming motorists blurring his sharp nose and thin face.

The world was blurring before me, and suddenly one of the biggest blurs was directly in my path.

Their call to hunt that shadow woman had become distracting, blurring his vision with images of violet eyes.

The street leading back to the north gate of the city was far less crowded, and, thankfully, his blurring effort was working enough that not a soul of the handful of people he passed in the orange light of dawn even seemed to look in his direction.