How to use "boy" in a sentence

A little boy in a red shirt comes into the room

The little boy runs across the wooden floor, laughing

Seeing the boy has changed everything

Perhaps the vision of the little boy kept me alive last night

About seventy metres ahead of me are a family of three people - a man, a woman and a young boy

"Conseil, my boy, what are you doing here?"

I stood in front of the window like a small boy at the zoo, and, believe me, I didn't feel at all like Captain Nemo's prisoner.

On the way back to the ship, we saw an Indian boy swimming for pearls

The boy saw it, but it was too late.

The boy looked terrified.

Be angry with your little boy,

But there was a boy in the cafe who started calling me names, and saying things like, 'How's Stupid?'

"Just give me that boy in my team for a year!", and they did

And we had a good year - the best year, Forrest! Good luck, boy!'

I was just thinking of getting out of there and having some breakfast when the President said, 'Boy, is that your stomach making that noise?' So I said, 'Yes,' and the President said, 'Well, come on, boy, let's go and get something to eat!' And I followed him into the house, and a waiter got us some breakfast.

Later, when we were back in the garden, the President said, 'You were hurt, weren't you, boy? Well, look at this...' And he pulled up his shirt and showed me the place on his stomach where he was hurt once

'They threw me out after they found a boy in my room one night

Then, one afternoon when I was playing to some people in the park, I noticed that a little boy was watching me carefully

And when I finished playing, she held the little boy's hand and came across.

Jenny sat next to me while the little boy started playing with Sue.

'Is that your little boy?'

I looked at the boy, who was still playing with Sue

I looked at the boy

The boy came and sat down

'Perhaps I can put things right with Jenny,' I thought, 'now that I've found her again.' But the more I thought about it, the more I finally understood that it was better for the boy to be with Jenny and her husband, and not to have an idiot for a father.

He did not see a young boy run out with a note that the innkeeper had quickly written

He did not see the boy return a short time later and whisper something to the innkeeper.

A boy of about ten years old was coming along a footpath with a small box on his back and dirty knees showing through holes in his trousers

The boy, unafraid, walked up to Valjean.

'Petit-Gervais,' said the boy, smiling trustfully

'My money!' the boy cried

The boy seized his collar and shook him

The boy, suddenly afraid of the mad, fierce look in Valjean's eyes, turned and ran.

He called the boy's name, but there was no reply

'Have you seen a boy go by?' he asked.

He was a boy of about ten, a chimney sweep

Valjean looked for the boy for another hour, running along the path, calling out his name, but with no success

After being released from prison, this Valjean stole some silver from the Bishop of Digne and robbed a small boy on a public footpath

If he's found guilty of stealing from the bishop - who, as you know, died a couple of years ago - and of robbing the small boy, he'll spend the rest of his life in prison.'

But if you give the boy to me, and promise never to see him again, I'll look after him.'

Marius, that you're a very handsome boy?'

" That's what you think, isn't it? Well, my boy, you can do whatever you want

One of these children was Eponine, who had dressed like a boy so that no one would tell her to go home

The tall, grey-haired man was doing useful work on the larger barricade, and Eponine (whom everyone thought was a boy) worked hard too

Neither did he see, at the moment the soldier fired, a young boy dressed in rags jump in front of the gun and fall wounded as the bullet meant for Marius hit him in the hand.

He folded the letter, wrote Cosette's new address on the back and called over a young boy.

'What's your name?' he asked the boy.

The boy scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then, with a sudden movement, took the letter and ran off into the night.

Looking up, he saw a pale-faced boy, dressed in rags, studying the numbers of the houses in the street.

Seeing Valjean on his doorstep, the boy stopped and asked, 'Do you live in this street?'

Oh, and one more thing before you go,'Valjean said when the boy had handed him the letter

'That letter comes from the barricade in the rue de la Chanvrerie,' the boy replied

'The fool! He did this to hurt me, the ungrateful boy

'You heartless boy,' he said angrily

So I advise you, dear boy, to eat more meat and get better soon

"That's right, little boy

The boy is okay

He remembers hitting that idiot of a boy Harris because he made a mistake in the geometry class

He remembers another boy telling him to stop

Then another boy

What a beauty, hey, lad?" And he looks to his son, Owen Junior, and he wants to see a smile on the boy's pale face, but, like always, there is nothing but disinterest.

"Oh, that." And the boy pulls something out of his pocket, and Owen sees that it is his mp3 player.

No, you don't need that today," he repeats, and he takes the mp3 player from the boy's hands, and he tries to avoid the angry look in the boy's dark eyes.

When Owen was a boy of fourteen, he played rugby or football every day, he ran to the school in the village just for fun, and he spent every Sunday in the forests with his dad.

And Owen knew the boy was interested then, and for the first time in a long time he thought that maybe there was something they could do together

The boy looks bored already, and he is not looking at the gun bags with interest any more.

He puts the guns next to a tree and takes them out of the bags carefully, and, yes, there is the interest in the boy's eyes.

And Owen realises that the boy does not understand what poaching is.

And Owen now notices that the boy actually looks a little bit like him after all and that he also smiles sometimes

"Right then, Son," he says feeling extremely happy and enjoying the excitement in his boy's eyes

Owen sees the boy throw the gun and tries to shout that it is just a deer, but it is too late

Oh boy, what a talent! What a skill Jimmy had!

She'd turned around quickly and seen a boy: about her age but a little taller, with black hair and dark, smiling eyes..

"He's such a kind boy

'Come on, old boy.'

Come on, Jasper, old boy, this way.'

'Fetch it, good boy,' he said

'Hallo, Jasper, old boy,' said a man's voice and Jasper ran back into the morning-room

You would like a son, wouldn't you? A boy to grow up at Manderley

The boy was in the front passenger seat of the wagon, waiting for someone in the store

The boy was about twelve, Danny's age

Unaware that she was staring at him, the boy put one hand to his mouth and bit gently on his bent thumb knuckle, which Danny had begun to do a year or so before he died

Now, as she watched this boy, his resemblance to Danny seemed to be more than mere coincidence

Seizing on this boy's resemblance to her Danny, she was too easily able to fantasize that there had been no loss in the first place.

maybe this boy actually was Danny

The boy became conscious of her gaze and turned toward her

This boy in the station wagon was not the first that she had imagined was Danny; in recent weeks, she had seen her lost son in other cars, in schoolyards past which she had been driving, on public streets, in a movie theater.

She glanced at the station wagon and saw that the boy was still staring at her

The boy in the Chevy had lost interest in her

She had lost her child and her husband in the same year, the man first, and then the boy, the son to the grave and the husband to the winds of change

At first, it had seemed terribly wrong that such a wonderful opportunity should come her way before she'd even had time to mourn her boy, as if the Fates were so shallow and insensitive as to think that they could balance the scales and offset Danny's death merely by presenting her with a chance at her dream job

She was able to think about the boy without crying, to visit his grave without being overcome by grief

Not long after his tenth birthday, the boy had asked for more space and privacy than was provided by his original, tiny quarters

Michael and Tina had helped him move his belongings to the den, then had shifted the couch, armchair, coffee table, and television from the den into the quarters the boy had previously occupied.

As she stared at the contents of the musky closet - the boy's shoes, his jeans, dress slacks, shirts, sweaters, his blue Dodgers' baseball cap, the small blue suit he had worn on special occasions - a lump rose in her throat

Gazing at the dead boy's toys and pathetic treasures, Tina realized, not for the first time, that it wasn't healthy for her to maintain this place as if it were a museum

If she was ever to stop dreaming about the boy, if she were to get control of her grief, she must begin her recovery here, in this room, by conquering her irrational need to preserve his possessions in situ.

With seven massive production numbers, five major variety acts, forty-two girl dancers, forty-two boy dancers, fifteen showgirls, two boy singers, two girl singers (one temperamental), forty-seven crewmen and technicians, a twenty-piece orchestra, one elephant, one lion, two black panthers, six golden retrievers, and twelve white doves, the logistics were mind-numbingly complicated, but a year of arduous labor was evident in the slick and faultless unfolding of the program.

She had at least enough time to make a start, box up the boy's clothes, if nothing else.

The experience was supposed to be good for a boy

In this one, he was ten or eleven years old, a sweet brown-haired boy with dark eyes and a lovely smile.

Now this was only a young boy's bedroom, a room like countless thousands of others.

Except, of course, that the boy who had once slept here had been dead for a year

Nevertheless, it might be a good idea for Tina Evans to get rid of the boy's belongings at last.

Then, with characteristic stoicism, she returned to the boy's bedroom to wipe up the water from the melted ice, and she continued housecleaning.

A boy

She couldn't reach him, and she couldn't reach Danny, and the dirt was up to the boy's knees, and now up to his hips, and now over his shoulders

And if Michael had slipped into the house like a little boy playing a cruel prank, if he had written that message on the chalkboard, then his hatred of her was far greater than she had thought

But we can take care of two easily enough, and maybe we'll get lucky and have one boy and one girl

And why would a first-rate burglar leave without taking anything? Why break in merely to write on Danny's chalkboard and to wreck the dead boy's things?

She told him about the bizarre things that had been happening to her lately: the messages on Danny's chalkboard; the wreckage she'd found in the boy's room; the hateful, taunting words that appeared in the computer lists and on the monitor.

You see, I've convinced my conscious mind that my boy is dead, but when I'm asleep it's my subconscious mind that's in charge; and my subconscious just isn't convinced that Danny's gone."

Besides, if it was you who wrote on the chalkboard and smashed things in the boy's room, then it was also you who came in here during the night and programmed the hotel computer to spew out that stuff about Danny

There was a bitter divorce shortly before the boy died

"Got to know why she wants her little boy's grave reopened."

"Are you the ones who wrecked the boy's room?"

Now sit down at the table like a good boy."

It was the tale of a boy, Kevin, who fell off a roof and took a bad knock on the head, thereafter slipping into a deep coma

The boy's vital signs were undetectable to the medical technology of that era

In those days, the corpse was not embalmed; therefore, the boy was buried while still alive

The last panel of the illustrated story showed the parents and the boy walking out of the graveyard while Death watched them leave

The lead story in this issue was about a boy, approximately Danny's age, mistakenly pronounced dead, then buried alive, and then exhumed.

The boy had been battered, burned, frozen, horribly mutilated in the crash, dead beyond any shadow of a doubt

And if, by some million-to-one chance, the boy had been alive when he'd been buried, why would it take an entire year for her to receive a vision from the spirit world?

In the story, the boy was buried alive

And the boy in the story being Danny's age

Ruby Ridge - a fourteen-year-old boy shot in the back by the FBI

In the process of locating the boy, she and Elliot might be killed

Evans felt guilty about not having had the courage to view the boy's mutilated body prior to the burial

In the meantime, Network agents could have located a boy's body in the same state of decay, as Danny's corpse would have been if it had been locked in that coffin for the past year

They figure there's something wrong with the little boy's body, something odd that we can't afford to let them see

So if they can't open the grave and see for themselves what we've done to Danny Evans, what are they going to do instead? They're going to do the next best thing - talk to the person who was supposedly the last one to see the boy's corpse before it was sealed in the coffin

They're going to ask him to describe the condition of the boy in minute detail."

"So they'll go to see the mortician who supposedly prepared the boy's body for burial."

"That can't be good for the boy."

The cold spell won't last." He squinted into the smaller room, where the boy lay motionless on a hospital bed, under a white sheet and yellow blanket, trailing monitor wires

Never enough of a variation to threaten the boy's health

We're supposed to be testing the boy to destruction, aren't we? Then why fret about his health?"

The emaciated boy stirred

"The spot that showed up on the boy's parietal lobe about six weeks ago."

the growth rate of the parietal spot is directly proportional to the number of injections the boy's been given

"What - you think the boy might be responsible for the changes in air temperature?"

She began to wonder exactly what sort of little boy they were going to find at the top of the mountain.

How long could Danny continue to pave the way? The boy appeared to have some incredible powers, but he wasn't God

"My boy

"You'll want to see your boy first," Dombey said

The boy blinked, and with what appeared to be great effort, at the cost of more than a little pain, he withdrew one arm from under the covers and reached out toward her

Her voice quivering, she said to Dombey, "I want to be with my boy

He was a rag doll with only meager scraps of stuffing, a fragile and timorous creature, nothing whatsoever like the happy, vibrant, active boy that he had once been

Putting one hand on the boy's back to press him against her, she discovered how shockingly spindly he was each rib and vertebra so prominent that she seemed to be holding a skeleton

Could this spot on Danny's brain have anything to do with the boy's psychic power? Were his latent psychic abilities brought to the surface as a direct result of the man-made virus with which he had been repeatedly infected? Crazy - but it didn't seem any more unlikely than that he had fallen victim to Project Pandora in the first place

Not until she and Elliot figured out what effect that revelation would have on the boy's life.

Tina realized what the boy was going to do, and she said, "Danny, wait!"

He was still her sweet boy - yet he was changed

Although The Eyes of Darkness does not have the intensity, the humor, the depth of characterization, the complexity of theme, or the pace of later novels, readers have responded positively to it over the years, most likely because the device of a lost child - and the dedicated mother who will do anything to find out what happened to her little boy - strikes a primal chord in all of us.

I do not scream or argue; I am a polite boy

'But how do you explain her attitude towards her little boy?' I asked

Perhaps she fears the boy, or even hates him

'Have you noticed that she never catches flies when the boy is there?' he said.

I could imagine how eagerly he would question the boy.

Staring at her, I was about to say that her boy had asked the very same question a few hours earlier

'Then I can protect your boy.'

'Protect my boy from what? Don't you understand? I'm here so that Henri won't be the son of a woman who went to the guillotine for having murdered his father! Don't you understand that I would much prefer the guillotine to the living death of this asylum?'

Put the boy to bed and come back in an hour's time.

I questioned Henri and frightened the poor boy by my wild, fierce manner

I talked to him for hours about me, about our boy, about his family, but he did not reply.

His cheerfulness rather upset me, but death means very little to a boy of sixteen.

She knew we'd connect it with the first one, so she paid some village boy to make the call for her

Poor boy

I heard it first from my newspaper boy at about a quarter to nine and I went to the common immediately.

A boy came running towards me.

Beside him ran a little boy He passed me, wishing me good-night

Then suddenly he sat down at the table, put his head on his arms and began to cry like a little boy

On the third day, if I remember correctly, I saw a boy killed

I go out into the Byfleet Road, and vehicles pass me, a boy on a bicycle, children going to school - and suddenly they become strange and unreal, and I hurry on again with the soldier through the hot, dangerous silence

'I beg your pardon, sir,' said our page-boy, as we entered, 'there was a man waiting for you

I have suffered from this illness ever since I was a boy

We are born as a sex - either as a boy or girl, she said