Village in sentence

1538 examples of Village in a sentence

Omer's a Gufti from a village just North of Luxor, called Guft.

For somebody growing up in Wales in a little village, that's enough.

And it just drove home that it doesn't take a village to make a cup of coffee.

But dare to declare depression, and your local pastor will be driving out demons and blaming witches in your village.

A brigade of American soldiers went into an undefended village full of civilians and killed between 350 and 500 of them, mass-raped women and children, mutilated bodies.

First we trained Musu to prevent, diagnose and treat the top 10 diseases afflicting families in her village.

But my grandmother and my aunt, they went to a small village south of Brussels where they'd been on holiday in the decade before, and they presented themselves at the house of the local farmer, a Catholic farmer called Monsieur Maurice, and they asked him to take them in.

And he did, and by the end of the war, 17 Jews, I was told, were living in that village.

Hundreds of people in their village were murdered.

But most importantly, this is a village six hours from any road.

It's a village at the epicenter of the blue zone where I went to investigate this, and as you can see, architectural beauty is not its main virtue, density is: tightly spaced houses, interwoven alleys and streets.

And as I walked through the village, I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes watching me from behind doorways and curtains, from behind shutters.

Because like all ancient villages, Villagrande couldn't have survived without this structure, without its walls, without its cathedral, without its village square, because defense and social cohesion defined its design.

He's 102, a supercentenarian and a lifelong resident of the village of Villagrande.

I call this building your village, and building it and sustaining it is a matter of life and death.

You could light up a village with this guy's eyes.

And we live in a small village, not really the countryside yet.

When I was an architecture student about 13 years ago, I went to Bangladesh to a remote village called Rudrapur with the aim to design and build a school as my thesis project.

I had lived in that village before when I was 19 and a volunteer at Dipshikha, a Bangladeshi NGO for rural development.

And except a small team of consultants like my partner for realization, Eike Roswag, and my basket-weaver cousin, Emmanuel, it was all built by craftsmen from the village.

These, for example, are three hostels that I did in China in the village Baoxi, about six hours by bus from Shanghai.

This is the same village in Cambodia, just a couple of months ago.

The old women in my father's village, after this war had happened, memorized the names of every dead person, and they would sing these dirges, made up of these names.

Every time any Westerners came to the village, she hid the girl.

I took a translator with me and went to this village, found the grandmother, sat down with her.

So, I went back to Korea, and I went back to Eun-Sook's village, and she was gone.

No one in the village would tell me where Eun-Sook was, because the grandmother had always hidden her from Westerners.

And I always had this mental picture that even though they may have been one of the poorer families in the village, they were one of the most respected.

And then 12 hours later, we rented a car, as we had planned to, and drove back to Natasha's village.

So it turned into a dual celebration, because Natasha was the first person from this village ever to go to the United States.

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