Examples of using "Peito" in a sentence and their english translations:
I have a pain in my chest.
I have fought with my whole heart.
Layla was stabbed four times on her chest.
The bullet penetrated his chest.
Tom was shot in the chest.
Tom has a scar on his chest.
He put his hand on his heart.
Tom was shot three times in the chest.
I have a sharp pain in my chest.
I am no longer able to handle the chest pain.
He wore a red sash across his chest.
The doctor placed a stethoscope on the patient's chest.
Inside the chest, there are the heart and the lungs.
- At least he is not staring at her breast.
- At least he's not staring at her breast.
This is my best friend, Tom.
Her heart was in her mouth.
"Does your chest hurt?" "No, not at all."
- At least he is not staring at her breast.
- At least he's not staring at her breast.
Can I get a kilo of chicken breast please?
They zapped Tom with the defibrillator.
Believe me, the stars of your destiny are in your bosom.
And the Lord said again: Put thy hand into thy bosom. And when he had put it into his bosom, he brought it forth leprous as snow.
The hair on the instep of the foot of the stepfather of Father Pedro's mason is black. Whoever says the hair of the inset of the foot of the stepfather of Father Pedro's mason isn't black has blacker hair on the instep of the foot than the black hair of the instep of the foot of the stepfather of Father Pedro's mason.
With her heart pounding, she opened the door.
Since it is the wedding of my close friend I have to attend it.
And he said: Put back thy hand into thy bosom. He put it back, and brought it out again, and it was like the other flesh.
She laid her head on my chest so she could listen to my heartbeat.
A young maiden, with a tin brooch decorating her chest, went to meet him.
"And falteringly the traitor plays his part. / 'Oft, wearied by the war, the Danaans planned / to leave – and oh! had they but left – the land.'"
Here, with her hundred daughters, pale with dread, / poor Hecuba and all her female train, / as doves, that from the low'ring storm have fled, / and cower for shelter from the pelting rain, / crouch round the silent gods, and cling to them in vain.
"But, lifting features marvellously pale, / the ghost unburied in her dreams laid bare / his breast, and showed the altar and the bale / wrought by the ruthless steel, and solved the crime's dark tale."
- "She herself hurled the swift lightning bolt of Jupiter from the clouds, scattered the boats, and overturned the seas with the winds; she snatched him in a whirlwind while he was breathing out flames from his pierced chest, and impaled him on a sharp rock."
- "She, hurling Jove's winged lightning, stirred the deep / and strewed the ships. Him, from his riven breast / the flames outgasping, with a whirlwind's sweep / she caught and fixed upon a rock's sharp crest."
"But when, through sly Ulysses' envious hate, / he left the light – alas! the tale ye know –, / stricken, I mused indignant on his fate, / and dragged my days in solitude and woe."
She, fixing on the boy / her eyes, her soul, impatient to admire, / now, fondling, folds him to her lap with joy; / weetless, alas! what god is plotting to destroy.
"Now die!" – So speaking, to the shrine he tore / the aged Priam, trembling with affright, / and feebly sliding in his son's warm gore. / The left hand twists his hoary locks; the right / deep in his side drives home the falchion, bared and bright.
Meanwhile, with beaten breasts and streaming hair, / the Trojan dames, a sad and suppliant train, / the veil to partial Pallas' temple bear. / Stern, with averted eyes the Goddess spurns their prayer.
The goal, even when a small one, always becomes gooooooooooooooooooal in the mouth of a radio presenter, a full-throated "do" capable of permanently silencing Caruso, and the crowd goes wild, and the stadium forgets it is made of cement and lifts off the ground and into the air.
One perched, Celaeno, on a rock, and lo, / thus croaked the dismal seer her prophecy of woe. / "War, too, Laomedon's twice-perjured race! / War do ye bring, our cattle stol'n and slain? / And unoffending Harpies would ye chase / forth from their old, hereditary reign?"
- Scarcely out of sight of the land of Sicily, they joyfully set sail on the deep, rushing into the salt spray with their bronze-capped prows, when Juno, cherishing her eternal wound in her breast, said to herself: "Am I vanquished, to give up on my plan, and unable to turn away the king of the Teucrians from Italy? Surely I am forbidden by the Fates."
- Scarce out of sight of Sicily, they set / their sails to sea, and merrily ploughed the main, / with brazen beaks, when Juno, harbouring yet / within her breast the ever-ranking pain, / mused thus: "Must I then from the work refrain, / nor keep this Trojan from the Latin throne, / baffled, forsooth, because the Fates constrain?"
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.