A ripple of cold energy floated through her head and made her shiver.
A ripple of smothered laughter circled the room.
I shall never forget the ripple of alternating joy and woe that ran through that beautiful little play, or the wonderful child who acted it.
She frowned, a ripple of something else crossing her pale features.
In many mystical Oriental religions the perfection of the human self is absorption in the infinite, as a ripple dies away on the surface of water.