"Yes. I couldn't find a better friend than Alex, could I?" she said.
I thought it would be better if I slept here.
I suppose no place is better than home on Christmas.
But Carmen had better luck with Señor Medena.
We'd better go down for breakfast.
I'd better get her ready for bed.
Better stop by and get Howard Spencer.
You simply had to make better use of what was left.
Better would be a long time coming, but she felt more in control of her emotions.
We'd better go in the back way or Mom will have my hide.
I feel much better now.
I'd better go now.
"It's better," replied Oz, promptly.
I'm quite sure she's ripe, and as soon as she comes to life she will be the Ruler, and may treat us better than that heartless Prince intends to.
"Very good," said the Wizard; "we can all yell better than we can fight, so we ought to defeat the Gargoyles."
"I think we'd better stick to the river, after this," said Dorothy.
"Eureka sees better in the dark than we can," whispered Dorothy.
"I'll do better than that," she promised, "for I can easily save you all, once I am myself in the Land of Oz."
But there was no shepherd in Scotland that could have done better than Sirrah did that night.
No book is worth reading that does not make you better or wiser.
"Yes, there is a better way, and that is by rowing," said Christopher.
"Well, I can make some oars," said Robert; "but I think there ought to be still another and a better way.
"It is better than rowing, too," said Robert.
Wait till he rests a while, and then he'll be in a better humor.
You'd better scramble and get a chair even if it means elbowing little Timmy out of the way.
I am only saying that politicians had better have good reasons for embarking on courses of action that impair consumerism.
I am not saying tthe world would be better if every country was the size of Liechtenstein.
It isn't just that we can communicate better but that we actually relate to each other better.
As civilization advances, we are becoming better people, and unquestionably more empathic.
It is often said that ancient people had better memories than we have today, which makes a great deal of sense to me.
Then she told me that she had a beautiful story about a little boy which she was sure I should like better than "The Scarlet Letter."
Her throat was very sore and the doctor thought she would have to go away to the hospital, but she is better now.
He loves to climb much better than to spell, but that is because he does not know yet what a wonderful thing language is.
He loves to climb the bed-posts and unscrew the steam valves much better than to spell, but that is because he does not understand that words would help him to make new and interesting discoveries.
Since then, I have not been well, and I have been obliged to keep very quiet, and rest; but to-day I am better, and to-morrow I shall be well again, I hope.
I explained to her that she was not yet able to understand what had been told her, and so easily led her to see that it would be better not to talk about such things until she was wiser.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
It would be worth the while to build still more deliberately than I did, considering, for instance, what foundation a door, a window, a cellar, a garret, have in the nature of man, and perchance never raising any superstructure until we found a better reason for it than our temporal necessities even.
All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism.
This man seemed to me to lean over the cornice, and timidly whisper his half truth to the rude occupants who really knew it better than he.
Better paint your house your own complexion; let it turn pale or blush for you.
I think that it would be better than this, for the students, or those who desire to be benefited by it, even to lay the foundation themselves.
He seemed in better spirits than usual and awaited his son with great impatience.
Why, you yourselves know everything better than I do.
It comforted her to reflect that she was not better as she had formerly imagined, but worse, much worse, than anybody else in the world.
She liked to be with him better than with the others, and when alone with him she sometimes laughed.
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned to her with her better spirits.
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