The bus driver still knows which way to get home, even if the compass needle points backwards.
With his nose almost on the page, he examined the place where the compass needle had gone in.
He knew it was a question of keeping a direction in your head, like a compass needle.
Its direction, which is along the orientation of a compass needle.
The pin should act like a compass needle and point towards north.
He also suggested using a floating compass needle to find North.
It was like a compass needle turning inside her, looking for a direction in which to settle.
He was drawn to her in the way a compass needle seeks the north.
He completed almost a full turn, yet the compass needle continued to point toward the center of the destruction.
As the compass needle oriented itself, I realized that the wind was doing its bit to help.
