haggard

in a sentence

Two haggard-looking fruit sellers carrying woven baskets had gotten into a territorial dispute.†  (source) Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow, 2016

Louie would fall into a line of haggard men.†  (source) Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken, 2010

It's dusk, the station lights are on, his face is haggard in them.†  (source) Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin, 2000

Their faces — thick and haggard, scarred and bearded and burnt — were gray and shaken.†  (source) Madeline Miller, Circe, 2018

They thought he might have been having a heart attack, and Billy seemed to confirm this by going to a chair and sitting down haggardly.†  (source) Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five, 1969

The haggardness of Mrs. Linton's appearance smote him speechless, and he could only glance from her to me in horrified astonishment.†  (source) Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, 1846

He collapsed in silence by the door, breathing hard, and although I could not see him, I knew that his face was drawn and that his eyes had taken on a haggard look.†  (source) Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, 1976

Though beneath his brown woolen cap, his scruffily bearded, haggardly handsome face more closely resembled Bob Marley.†  (source) Greg Mortenson & David Oliver Relin, Three Cups of Tea, 2006

The best of them perhaps showed itself in that freshness of aspect which was so discouraging to Mrs. Penniman, who was amazed at the absence of haggardness in a young woman who for a whole night had lain quivering beneath a father's curse.†  (source) Henry James, Washington Square, 1880

She could be cheerful and determinedly energetic for days on end and then one morning he would walk downstairs and find her hunched at the kitchen table, haggard and red-eyed.†  (source) David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, 2008

The others wore windbreakers or leather jackets, and three of the four women were dressed in ordinary street dresses while the fourth, who was haggardly thin and dark, wore a sort of severely cut militiawoman's uniform with a skirt with high boots under it.†  (source) Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, 1940

His appearance was new in more than one way; more was new than the shirt, or the jewel on his finger and minor gems in his cuffs, or even the fat, and the haggardness from unwanted thought that lit on him in instants between the turns of his performance.†  (source) Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March, 1949

He rises from the bunk below, haggard, with cloudy blue eyes, his voice flat but still full of the need to tell his part of the story.†  (source) Heather Morris, The Tattooist of Auschwitz, 2018