clutching at

Sonya almost shrieked all of a sudden, clutching at her cousin's arm, and moving back away from the door.

I'm clutching at straws here, but I wonder if I might have left it at your office.

Prince Andrey, scowling and clutching at his head, went out of the room and sat down on the sofa in the adjoining one.

muttered Jo, rolling her eyes and clutching at the air, as she had seen a famous tragedian do.

The minister started to his feet, gasping for breath, and clutching at his heart, as if he would have torn it out of his bosom.

I remember you clutching at my shirt, bunching it up in handfuls around my chest.

Instead we appear to be clutching at our past standards of living, hoping for a vigorous but delayed cyclical recovery.

like a drowning man in the Whangpoo River clutching at a straw .

Instead of striking out on their own, most of them are clutching at one another's hands for reassurance.

The poor mother was just clutching at straws when she took her dying son to another doctor.

Talk of IVF as a solution for declining birth rates is a sign that clueless governments are clutching at straws.

She pressed her body closer and our legs intertwined. Dizzy , we collapsed onto the sofa, clutching at one another.

He was clutching at the reeds and grasses on the banks of the stream, but the fish was too strong for him.

I'm really clutching at straws here, I'm afraid.

And clutching at his sparse locks, the count went out of the room.