Examples of using "éclats" in a sentence and their english translations:
the hot lights in their eyes,
The glass shattered into pieces.
I burst out laughing when I saw him.
Don't step on the broken glass.
The shrapnel from an explosion is usually more dangerous than the shock wave.
it's the fact that all the certainties of humanity have fallen apart.
I could hear hoots of laughter coming from the next room.
I burst out laughing when I saw him.
They had asked 20 people who spoke different languages to look at these 330 color chips
I broke a glass - try not to step on the shards before I clean them up.
'And louder still, when towered the horse on high / with maple timbers, pealed the thunder through the sky.'
The shattered oars start forth; / round swings the prow, and lets the waters sweep / the broadside. Onward comes a mountain heap / of billows, gaunt, abrupt.
The noise of festival / rings through the spacious courts, and rolls along the hall. / There, blazing from the gilded roof, are seen / bright lamps, and torches turn the night to day.
Condillac, with sensationalism, revolutionised the concept of mind, making language and gesture prior to ideas, shattering Locke's conception of language as a mere passive medium.
"Give me your head to eat it and I promise you a big bag of oats," said the lion to the donkey. The latter laughed out loud and replied: "And then who is going to eat the oats?"
So, when an aged ash on mountain tall / stout woodmen strive, with many a rival blow, / to rend from earth; awhile it threats to fall, / with quivering locks and nodding head; now slow / it sinks and, with a dying groan lies low, / and spreads its ruin on the mountain side.
It was a spacious harbour, sheltered deep / from access of the winds, but looming vast / with awful ravage, AEtna's neighbouring steep / thundered aloud, and, dark with clouds, upcast / smoke and red cinders in a whirlwind's blast. / Live balls of flame, with showers of sparks, upflew / and licked the stars, and in combustion massed, / torn rocks, her ragged entrails, molten new, / the rumbling mount belched forth from out the boiling stew.
"Nor in my madness kept my purpose low, / but vowed, if e'er should happier chance invite, / and bring me home a conqueror, even so / my comrade's death with vengeance to requite. / My words aroused his wrath; thence evil's earliest blight. / Thenceforth Ulysses sought with slanderous tongue / to daunt me, scattering in the people's ear / dark hints, and looked for partners of his wrong; / nor rested, till with Calchas' aid, the seer..."