scowled in English

verb

1

frown in an angry or bad-tempered way.

she scowled at him defiantly

synonyms: glower at, frown at, glare at, grimace at, lower at, look daggers at, give someone a black look, make a face at, pull a face, turn the corners of one's mouth down at, pout at, give someone a dirty look

verb

glower at, frown at, glare at, grimace at, lower at, look daggers at, give someone a black look, make a face at, pull a face, turn the corners of one's mouth down at, pout at, give someone a dirty look

Use "scowled" in a sentence

1. 8 The receptionist scowled at me.

2. Julia scowled at her jewelled tortoise.

3. The Regent made an irritated sound and scowled.

4. Miguel scowled and the pain this caused made him wince.

5. Carrie scowled. The effect was something so quaint and droll it caught even the manager.

6. He Blinked and scowled in the sunshine, because his eyes were not used to the light

7. Hall greeted him jovially enough , but Gorman and Walson scowled as they grunted curt " Good Mornings. "

8. The man opened the door, looked at me, scowled, and then barked at me to go away.

9. The baker, Nazorine, pudgy and crusty as his great Italian loaves, still dusty with flour, scowled at his wife, his nubile daughter, Katherine, and his baker's helper, Enzo.

10. Unable to find a bed and unimpressed by the rabbit warren of slapdash buildings, Ms. Liu scowled as the smell of trash wafted up around her. "Beijing isn't like this in the movies,(http://Sentencedict.com) " she said.

11. But the strong-willed old Beldam scowled, and beckoned, and flung the energy of her purpose so forcibly at this poor combination of rotten wood, and musty straw, and ragged garments, that it was compelled to show itself a man, in spite of the reality of things.

12. He scowled, grumbled, turned his Bandanaed head away, as if to say, “Don’t make me reconsider my firm prejudices.” Of course, Wallace was using Leyner as a way of marking his own difference from American postmodernism, never mind that his early work and even Jest scream “Pynchon! Barth!”

13. To you who’d read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before) ”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same, Today I found in Mametz Wood A certain cure for lust of blood: Where, propped against a shattered trunk, In a great mess of things unclean, Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk With