I have a recurring dream where I'm on the run for a horrible thing I did years and years ago. Like, in the dream... because the thing I did was so long ago that it's just a faint memory in my dream, so I'm sort of remembering it as I'm on the run from the police. And I'm totally guilty of it.
All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.
Kane's gloves get pretty rank. He grabs you for a chokeslam, and you just want to faint.
I actually wanted to be a doctor. But doing all those horrid rat dissections made me faint. I studied science till the 12th standard and later took up commerce. I was planning to do chartered accountancy, but fate had something else in store for me.
I need to eat a lot; otherwise, I feel faint. I get in the worst moods if I don't eat.
Hollywood, it has treated me so nicely, I am ready to faint! As soon as I see Hollywood, I love it.
Fostering is not for the faint of heart.
Politics and public life are not for the faint of heart. It has been and always will be a noisy and cantankerous place.
This sounds weird, but some of my concerts have been kind of dangerous sometimes. I've had a few girls actually sent to the hospital because they faint and all that kind of stuff, which is really, really weird to me.
A few of the sublimest geniuses of Rome and Athens had some faint discoveries of the spiritual nature of the human soul, and formed some probable conjectures, that man was designed for a future state of existence.
