She was really quite unstrung, for the reaction from her fright and cramped clinging was making itself felt.

He was thoroughly unstrung. The cold, desperate mood had passed.

Bucket to understand, in reply, that her sensitive mind is fully made up never to get the better of it as long as she lives, that her nerves are unstrung for ever, and that she has not the least expectation of ever smiling again.

"Nay," quoth old Adam o' the Dell presently, drawing a long breath and shaking his head as he spoke, "twoscore years and more have I shot shaft, and maybe not all times bad, but I shoot no more this day, for no man can match with yon stranger, whosoe'er he may be." Then he thrust his shaft into his quiver, rattling, and unstrung his bow without another word.

I am all unstrung." He felt her body tremble as it pressed against his.

Mercy's nerves were unstrung. She trembled pitiably as she opened the folded note.

Tell us what the unstrung bow implies."The man looked at it for several moments but had no idea what point Aesop was trying to make.

Brandy unstrung him but the power to rationalise was returning.

Connor for his acrylic on canvas, "Whalalaland: Point Break," Anna Bulka for her relief on canvas, "Wolf Woman," Tubbesing for his acrylic painting, "The Unstrung Ukulele Of Despair," Chengyi Lu for his acrylic and ink pen on paper, "Broken," and Joseph Bounds for his oil on canvas, "Untitled."

And what is more, Mona and Lagia will join us here--and she of the brightest thirty!-- the six of us talking of the most practical thing in the world: love, and all the words we speak will be to us--here by all that's magical-- our bowls and beds and unstrung purses.

In the current show organized by Galerie Joaquin at ArtistSpace in Ayala Museum, Rosscapili's 'Painted Symphony,' an apparition of a multitude of butterflies flutters about like musical notes unstrung from the stave, thus conflating the beauty of nature with the healing power of music.

They will fatigue at the proliferating non sequiturs, the endless inkblots posing as far-ranging associative thought, the picaresque poems like handfuls of pearls left unstrung by an organicism of subject or feeling.

One I unstrung, painted black and hung on a wall as a decoration in our flat in St Annes and the other disappeared after an all night party.

Her choli came unstrung on her back and she ran in backstage, only to return moments later to resume dancing.