from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A state of reduced or suspended sensibility.
- n. A state of mental numbness, as that resulting from shock; a daze. See Synonyms at lethargy.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. A state of reduced consciousness or sensibility.
- n. A state in which one has difficulty in thinking or using one’s senses.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. Great diminution or suspension of sensibility; suppression of sense or feeling; lethargy.
- n. Intellectual insensibility; moral stupidity; heedlessness or inattention to one's interests.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Suspension or great diminution of sensibility; a state in which the faculties are deadenee or dazed; torpidity of feeling.
- n. Intellectual insensibility; dullness of perception or understanding; mental or moral numbness.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the feeling of distress and disbelief that you have when something bad happens accidentally
- n. marginal consciousness
Igor, in his drunken stupor is now lying on top on KK.
If you are among the people who missed the big game, the Super Bowl, today I call stupor Monday, must be like that.
I was near a dead man myself, that night, mostly in stupor, only dimly aware at times of the extremity of cold and wet that I endured.
In case of rapid recovery the stupor is short and usually marked with mild delirium.
No, what apparently wakes Bush up from his stupor is a comedian making fun of him.
Surely it is a reprobate sense, a spirit of frenzy and of stupor, which is withheld from any daring attempt, only by a fear of the shame of men; while the fear of divine judgment is trodden under foot.
He is delirious in an artificial, merciful semi-stupor, which is saving him the untold sufferings of morphine denial.
As he opened the door of the main office, his ear was saluted by a low grunting sound, and there in evening dress was Mr. Augustus Alfonso Brockelsby, reclining in a big chair, asleep, if one could with propriety call the stupor in which he was sunk, sleep.
That the stupor might be the result of weariness had never once suggested itself.
She sat pale and stupefied; but beneath the stupor were the rising throbs of coming agonies.