What is "ungiving"

Usage examples of "ungiving".

She took another step forward, and now Jela spun his chair, too, looking up at her out of black, ungiving eyes.

Anasazi must have faced, the daily battle to wring a livelihood from an ungiving land.

In the depths of winter when it was frozen solid all the way through, the land seemed passive, hard, and ungiving, but it was not what it seemed.

Miss Lonelyhearts -- we never know him by any other name -- finally driven crazy by the letters and by his own helplessness, assaults his ungiving editor Shrike and disappears into the vessel of his own need just as the fee reader, juxtaposed against the shattered, the unsculptured, the desperate voices, could, were contempt and self-mockery to fail, himself fall into the abyss of his contempt.

Finally, the ungiving rock grudgingly surrendered a narrow passage, but before she gathered herself together with its tight constraints, the huge river had run parallel to the sea across the level plain, languidly spread out into two arms interlinked by meandering channels.

She heard the crack of her head against its ungiving surface, from some way off.

As they see us they begin to look upward: all movement in the square stops and from the huts themselves other heads move forward and we walk into the solemn, ungiving stares of forty or fifty of the natives.

Roman night, General Elliott sat on a stool in my kitchen as a wind roared out of the Apennines and rimmed the lips of the smallest fountains with a thin windowing of ice and we two enemies talked to each other man to man for the first time in our bristling, ungiving history together.

She struggled, and the ghostly ecstasy surged in her again, and she no longer cared what had mounted on her, what killed her there on the ungiving ground.

When he came to the rimrock of the mouth, he pressed his lips to the cold, ungiving stone.

He sucked in his breath, tried to sink his fingers into the ungiving granite of the ledge.

He tried to approach the wall, but it was solid, ungiving, and Smara had gone.

Miss Lonelyhearts -- we never know him by any other name -- finally driven crazy by the letters and by his own helplessness, assaults his ungiving editor Shrike and disappears into the vessel of his own need just as the fee reader, juxtaposed against the shattered, the unsculptured, the desperate voices, could, were contempt and self-mockery to fail, himself fall into the abyss of his contempt.

Finally, the ungiving rock grudgingly surrendered a narrow sage, but before she gathered herself together with its tight constr the huge river had run parallel to the sea across the level plain guidly spread out into two arms interlinked by meandering chain The relict forest was left behind as Ayla and Jondalar rode into a region of flat landscape and low rolling hills covered with s ing hay, next to a huge river marsh.