savor

in a sentence

She savored every minute of the trip.

I take my time going uphill, savoring the feel of grass on my knuckles.  (source) Katherine Applegate, The One and Only Ivan, 2012

Either way, he seemed to savor life more fully than others appeared to, and that was what had first attracted her to him.  (source) Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook, 1996

I watch the officer closely as I slowly eat my cookies. I savor them as long as I can. I don't know when I will be eating again.  (source) Dave Pelzer, A Child Called It, 1995

I cannot sleep and my food has no savour and my eyes are darkened because of her beauty.†  (source) C. S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy, 1954

The Witch, mouth wide, savoring doom,  (source) Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes, 1962

When he ate, he savored every bite as if it were the last he would ever eat.  (source) Ben Mikaeslen, Touching Spirit Bear, 2001

She leaned back on her chair, beaming, as if remembering something savory.  (source) Victor Martinez, Parrot in the Oven, 1996

Craning my neck and body, standing on tiptoe, I saw the cauldrons they carried, cauldrons of rice heaped high and showing white gleaming peaks from which wisps of steam issued, and pots filled with a mixture of dhal and vegetables which sent forth a most savoury smell.†  (source) Kamala Markandaya, Nectar in a Sieve, 1954

Let us go back together, over the bridge, under the elm trees, to my room, where, with walls round us and red serge curtains drawn, we can shut out these distracting voices, scents and savours of lime trees, and other lives; these pert shop-girls, disdainfully tripping, these shuffling, heavy-laden old women; these furtive glimpses of some vague and vanishing figure—it might be Jinny, it might be Susan, or was that Rhoda disappearing down the avenue?†  (source) Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931

'Yeah,' said Ron slowly, savouring the words, 'we won.†  (source) J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, 2003

I savoured every bite.†  (source) Li Cunxin, Mao’s Last Dancer, 2003

When she's alone, she savors her apartment of high ceilings and windows that let in the sky, the new carpeting and walls white as typing paper, the walk-in pantry with empty shelves, her bedroom without a door, her office with its typewriter, and the big front-room windows with their view of a street, rooftops, trees, and the dizzy traffic of the Kennedy Expressway.  (source) Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street, 1984