Crossword clues for matches
Wiktionary
n. (plural of match English) vb. (en-third-person singular of: match)
Wikipedia
"Matches" is a song recorded by American country music artist Sammy Kershaw. It was released in March 1998 as the second single from the album Labor of Love. The song reached #22 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart. The song was written by Skip Ewing and Roger Springer.
Usage examples of "matches".
One of these matches I struck, and its dim flame lighted up what appeared to be a huge cave, toward the back of which I discovered a strange, still figure huddled over a tiny bench.
I have recently confirmed two very successful matches involving full-spectrum prisms and very high-class talents.
Today he is a drawn, haggard old man, whose white hair matches well with the hollow burning eyes and grief-written lines of his face.
Our knives, a few sundries, such as a compass, matches, a pocket filter, tobacco, a trowel, a bottle of brandy, and the clothes we stood in.
Then I slipped up again with a box of matches, fired my heap of paper and rubbish, put the chairs and bedding thereby, led the gas to the affair, by means of an india-rubber tube, and waving a farewell to the room left it for the last time.
It was dark, and I had the devil of a hunt after matches, which I found at last in the drawer of the little cash desk.
He tilted the lamp-shade and made a close examination of the scraps of paper, matches, and other debris that lay in the grate and on the hearth.
Leaving his breakfast untasted, he wandered aimlessly about the room, littering the hearth with matches as he constantly relighted his pipe, which went out every few minutes.
I think Smith used more matches than any other smoker I have ever met, and he invariably carried three boxes in various pockets of his garments.
As my hands passed over my body they came in contact with pockets and in one of these a small parcel of matches wrapped in oiled paper.
I discovered, from the flaring of my matches, that a steady current of air set down the shafts.
But they were interested by my matches, and I struck some to amuse them.
Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and, hastily striking one, I saw three stooping white creatures similar to the one I had seen above ground in the ruin, hastily retreating before the light.
I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged, and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing.
I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange, as for me it was a most fortunate thing.