Couldn-t Sentence Examples
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
You couldn't see a thing.
If he has custody, she couldn't get the money.
They both couldn't be there all the time.
He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.
Why, she couldn't say.
Mom always said lost time couldn't be replaced.
Couldn't you wish me in some safer place than Oz.
Carmen couldn't deny that fact.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
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I couldn't help but do it.
I couldn't possibly do it.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
In any case, there was nothing that couldn't wait to be discussed at home.
AdvertisementThey couldn't leave here soon enough as far as she was concerned.
She might have lost the baby anyway, but the way he treated her couldn't have helped.
A person couldn't be in control all the time - right all the time.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldn't care less where I am.
Couldn't you, Zeb? asked the little girl.
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He couldn't be serious.
She peered cautiously over the edge, but couldn't see the car.
Sarah couldn't understand her desire to be alone, but she accepted it.
She couldn't let him do that.
AdvertisementI couldn't give the baby up, either.
It couldn't be that easy.
But even if I had a robot that knew everything, I couldn't really say, "Tell me every custom they have here" and be fully informed.
But the poor little girl couldn't fix her attention.
When Morino rode far enough ahead so that he couldn't hear their conversation, Carmen finally spoke to Alex.
Alex patiently consoled and distracted her while the nurse taped a padded board to her hand and wrist so she couldn't move it.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
I couldn't believe it and nearly fell!
Gabriel couldn't take his eyes off the woman who had been his mate, for however brief a time.
Sorry to have troubled you; but it couldn't be helped.
Expect solutions in the future to come from countries you couldn't find on a map today.
He couldn't win the argument any other way, so he had resorted to his irresistible charm.
She couldn't start to make things right with him, if she didn't start there.
If it required those things, the computer couldn't do it.
I explained that Uncle Frank was old, and couldn't learn braille easily.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
She said she couldn't tolerate his moods.
And if she still couldn't make up her mind?
Whatever secret she kept, it couldn't change this moment or what he felt.
She couldn't make important decisions while wrangling her feelings.
But he couldn't stay right now either.
He couldn't read all the emotions crossing her face.
He couldn't now that their roles were reversed.
He wanted to agree out of anger but couldn't.
She couldn't change anything that happened or make things right.
The trail couldn't have been a road... more likely a wash.
We couldn't afford an apartment right now - even with the two of us.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
In such a small town, there couldn't be many positions, and the pay wouldn't come close to what she was making in Tulsa.
Surely she couldn't be expected to commute that kind of distance on a regular basis.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
Cassie couldn't help but smile at the way Darcie described her fellow gender.
In spite of her irritation, she couldn't help smiling.
That's why we couldn't find it.
Alas, I couldn't keep her long as I wished.
She couldn't lose him now, because of human weakness!
He almost felt relief, knowing he couldn't ever be tempted to read her mind again.
He thought it was her, and she couldn't tell him differently.
Though she couldn't recall the thousand-year process it took to reach this very place, she knew the end results.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so honest or embarrassed, and in front of a complete stranger!
Cynthia couldn't stand the guy.
She couldn't outrun it - in any condition, and it could climb a tree as fast as she could.
Howard couldn't find anything on this guy.
You said you couldn't dance.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
I couldn't help but hear you two last night.
No, because men have needs and desires women couldn't understand.
If she couldn't keep up she would likely get him killed.
No, it couldn't happen.
Time couldn't be turned back.
We couldn't find a prettier place, I'm sure.
The restaurant was one that she had heard of, but couldn't afford to enjoy.
He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
Then today when I couldn't find her . . .
Betsy absented herself, feeling it unfair to listen if the other couldn't.
I couldn't believe it was happening.
I've kept my identity hidden for five years now, but I knew deep down inside that it couldn't last forever.
I simply couldn't resist you.
She couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Of course, living in an apartment with three girls couldn't be easy.
Anyway, with all the money in his family and the good looks as well, he couldn't hold a candle to Brandon in the charm department.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
They couldn't be seen unless someone came down into the ravine.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
We came back with help, though, but we couldn't find you.
She couldn't believe that there was any thought of romance going on in Cade's mind.
Even as the idea occurred that she would rather have this room, she knew she couldn't ask.
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
She couldn't agree with him more, but it was an unusual viewpoint for a man.
Why couldn't she stop thinking of him that way?
Tomorrow they would be leaving, and it couldn't come fast enough.
It was obvious that he wanted to clear the air, but couldn't decide where to start.
I couldn't care less what Claudette thinks, but let me take the question out of your mind.
Why couldn't he have confronted Claudette, instead of acting like a beast?
He couldn't have asked for a better housekeeper, but the atmosphere between them had become strained.
Bad as the situation was, she still couldn't stand the thought of leaving the ranch.
Loving him was no excuse, because even knowing he didn't love her, she still couldn't find the decency to leave.
She couldn't stay with Mary forever.
I was scared to death I couldn't... get back!
I wasn't as fearful I couldn't come back but I'm still concerned that it will happen every time I try to sleep.
Too bad you couldn't pick where your dream would take you.
Besides, I couldn't even talk about Annie without bawling my eyes out.
At first I couldn't understand Howie's mumble but then it became clearer.
Martha, I couldn't fall asleep until you sat by my side and whispered.
You could find the farm house, couldn't you?
Howie didn't like the arrangement but realized we couldn't commute back and forth every weekend and maintain a life.
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
We had two runaways in a row followed by a location Howie couldn't find and a wake-up interruption from outside noise.
I couldn't block out of my mind, my wife's statement a few days ago; think of all the children who he could be saving.
I felt my way to the back of the house and realized I couldn't see the end of my nose.
Howie was out of town and I couldn't imagine anyone visiting him at that time of night.
I agreed with my wife but pointed out even though Bryce had tracked us down, I couldn't think of any other slip ups besides Julie's contest that would point to us.
Even she couldn't help.
I don't know a whole lot Julie, but I understand the police at the time had a strong suspect but couldn't prove anything.
But now Quinn's gone too, so Howie couldn't go back even if he got up his courage to do it!
I couldn't think of a logical way to advise Detective Jackson.
I couldn't imagine you'd take that long for a dog walk.
I certainly couldn't fund the whole group.
It wasn't an invitation but I figured I owed my presence for what I'd learned so far and I couldn't wait to renew our conversation.
While we couldn't keep up with the ambulance but we held our own and kept the emergency vehicle in sight.
All the while, I couldn't block the vision of the wife I so loved, being herded at knife point.
Try as I might, I couldn't fix the time or the location anywhere close to the present where we wanted to be.
Why couldn't she heal her brother?
She couldn't help Jonny.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!
She couldn't explain the sense that she didn't belong despite the pictures of her and Jonny on the walls and all her things sprinkled around the room.
Beautiful women that rivaled Claire and men so handsome, even age couldn't diminish their muscular bodies or riveting looks.
Groucho couldn't wait to leave and after a call-us-if-you-hear-anything speech, he handed out a business card to each of the Deans.
He followed all the rules in the Code, but he couldn't help thinking he was doing something …wrong.
He couldn't splice genes.
I couldn't make out at first what it was all about.
Suvorov couldn't manage them so what chance has Michael Kutuzov?
Well, she certainly couldn't deny that.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
It was hard to say whether Alex was withholding facts so she couldn't contest his decisions or simply because he thought she did not need to know.
His smile was so disarming that she couldn't help smiling back.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
I should have moved away, but I couldn't stand to leave the ranch.
That couldn't happen in Howie's case.
I'm sorry; I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
Unfortunately, it occurred over night and we couldn't fix the time in spite of three attempts to do so.
While we reveled in our triumphs, we knew in our hearts we couldn't maintain our present pace.
While I remained eager to discuss the conversation, I couldn't disagree with Howie's logic.
We stumbled into an incredible gift that was bestowed on Howie and we couldn't live with ourselves or look at one another if we didn't embrace everything in our power to maximize its benefits.
We couldn't do anything because abduction wasn't made public for three days and the child went missing sometime during a twelve hour overnight period.
We learned later, at first the police were suspicious of the parents as they couldn't believe someone could enter a small house with sleeping adults and two boys in an adjoining room, and not be heard.
I couldn't stand not knowing!
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
After all of Jonny's childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart!
She couldn't quite understand what the poison was; it wasn't a normal infection, and yet it couldn't be anything else.
She struggled, but he wrapped his arms around her in a hold she couldn't break.
He couldn't remember when he'd last had a full five hours of his own, and he knew he wasn't likely to get another break for a while.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.
What she couldn't heal was the exhaustion that came with each bout of healing.
She couldn't cure whatever it was, and she couldn't make sense of it.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
He couldn't help feeling thrilled at the prospect of Damian's son.
Speck was waiting for him, at his feet a creature Dusty couldn't identify.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met.
There weren't many places she could go where he couldn't find her, especially if Sofi kept interfering.
Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.
Another part of her couldn't fathom how a man colder than a sociopath could be working for the side of good.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
She couldn't get over seeing a grown man acting like a teenager.
It was no mystery to her why Dusty would want her, though she couldn't help but feel disappointed.
She'd chosen a subject he couldn't argue about.
It makes no sense, but I couldn't ever leave that night behind.
I couldn't remember anything until I saw Bianca again and she fixed me in the hospital.
She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.
Yet he couldn't shake the memory of her body against his, the way she'd looked at him last night.
Dusty looked around the gym, sensing it was beyond time for him to admit he couldn't prevent what was coming.
He couldn't save Sofi.
She didn't feel any better knowing Talon couldn't kill her here!
With a frown, she wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she wasted seven years trying to make things work with someone who couldn't hold a candle to the man she was meant to be with.
Her father had just admitted there were more people like her, and she couldn't help her flicker of hope at the news.
No, Damian, you couldn't have known how twisted she was.
While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.
I've yet to meet someone who couldn't be handled, given the right approach.
Deidre couldn't remember it ever happening before, but it almost made sense to her.
I couldn't do anything to protect Carmen and the kids.
There are some things that I simply couldn't go along with.
You've …done so … She couldn't finish it through the sudden tears.
He had sex and went back to work, unable to sleep knowing all the issues he couldn't fix.
He couldn't read them.
While he could see her figuring it out, he couldn't see her choosing the mortal world.
I was delivering your orders and tried to get home but couldn't.
It couldn't deny its master.
She couldn't really be irritated with him.
She laughed, knowing he couldn't possibly understand why she found it funny.
The restlessness was gone from his blood, his body relaxed in a way he couldn't remember feeling.
His heart stopped in his chest, and for a long moment, he couldn't breathe.
Deidre couldn't manage a response to such a ridiculous statement.
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
Given these agricultural strengths, is there anyone who believes the United States alone couldn't produce an extra $365 billion worth of food, at full retail price, if there were a ready buyer for it?
That is also the case because humans couldn't do a very good job at a stalk-by-stalk approach.
He was leaning down to meet her, but they couldn't seem to touch.
When he saw pretty Jennie Lohr on the road, he couldn't resist.
He admitted to fifteen or sixteen abductions... he couldn't remember which.
I would have tried to stay with him, but I'd taken so long up until then, I couldn't do it.
Who's afraid of this Psychic Tipster except a killer who knows what was tipped couldn't be learned by normal means?
I couldn't live with myself if I wasted this gift I've been given.
I couldn't think of anything else to add.
Aldo is a big man and couldn't fit through the portal and by the time he went around to the door, the trespasser was gone.
There was blood running down his pant leg but he ran on his leg so it couldn't have been too bad.
I couldn't sleep and went down to the kitchen for a drink.
Denying it seemed fruitless yet I couldn't bring myself to confirm what she was saying.
If I couldn't be honest with her, there was no one I could trust.
Unfortunately I couldn't tell them about the break in at Julie's place without it adversely impacting our anonymity.
Sorry I couldn't take your money.
I couldn't sit still in the office alone and I frankly I wanted the company of my wife.
The key Howie had left fit the door in the rear so I couldn't rely on my headlights to see.
I couldn't believe Howie would turn off the power for what was supposed to be a short trip.
Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.
The rig was parked front end out so I couldn't see the back.
More tears came as she realized she couldn't do anything for herself let alone Jonny if they kept her in such a state.
Maybe that was why she couldn't stop making cookies.
Dusty couldn't kill him and didn't expect to.
Stretching, she couldn't ever remember feeling so relaxed or deeply sated.
His rage simmered, yet he couldn't maintain the rage when faced with the sudden need to think.
He couldn't lose the only other woman he'd ever cared about.
He was weak, a type of weakness she couldn't heal.
His heart rejoiced at the thought of his own mate carrying his child, but he couldn't help but to think of his own upbringing.
I couldn't reach him.
Jule couldn't help but feel some relief at the sight of a warm, well-lit interior.
Shivering, she couldn't help thinking something was very wrong.
Suddenly, he understood why the Watcher couldn't find her.
She couldn't describe the sense any other way, just like she couldn't determine why she still felt the connection to his soul.
She couldn't dislodge the image of Jule from her mind.
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
She couldn't dismiss the sight of his darkened eye or bloodied lip.
As she crept up the stairs of the wine cellar to the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling troubled at leaving the man in the basement.
She couldn't think of a lie fast enough.
Father, couldn't you just call the police?
He couldn't remember the last time he'd found any woman so intriguing.
He couldn't tell the time in the windowless room, but he gauged it to be after midnight.
He couldn't sense the Other and paused at the foot of the sweeping, grand staircase leading to the second floor.
He couldn't remember ever feeling so … off.
He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes.
She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.
She glanced down and realized she couldn't return home in clothing that was plainly not hers.
Even if she couldn't kill the next swordsman that came for her, she could buy herself some time.
His pain was almost palpable, and she couldn't help feeling it was too raw for him to fake.
She couldn't tell if he were doing it on purpose or simply had no control.
He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.
Damian would never kill his brother, Jule, but if the woman was dangerous enough to warrant a Watcher's attention, he couldn't look the other way.
Her voice was quiet, and he couldn't help wondering if she'd Seen something important enough to tolerate a vamp in her household.
He couldn't get over seeing his brother whenever he wanted, after so long without him.
She couldn't help her smile.
I couldn't … I didn't know my father did this.
He couldn't shake the sense it hadn't been a dream.
I couldn't read him; my powers were gone as of that morning.
He still couldn't remember much more than what the Watcher and Original Vamp had told him.
The creature walking away from her wanted something, and she couldn't figure out what.
Jule couldn't shake his amazement that there was a vamp capable of thinking.
Resolved, she trailed her father down the hill, through the people who couldn't see them, and to the awaiting car.
She couldn't help thinking her life had been wasted and hoped she still had a chance to make it up to the one person who mattered.
They looked as if they'd been torn apart by some monster she couldn't imagine.
He couldn't yet understand the magic in his veins, unleashed by the vamp without any explanation of its depths.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
His dark gaze was steady, his body rippling with the power she couldn't quite pin down.
The idea of spending her days with the reserved Sofi and cheerful Bianca was surprisingly appealing, though she couldn't help feeling intimidated by their happiness.
The early December sun couldn't set fast enough to prevent her pounding headache from growing worse on her drive to work.
But whatever he was hiding couldn't be that important.
There had been none since Claire, whose powers had been so weak, she couldn't even be blood bound.
I couldn't get past his secretary.
When her phone rang again, she stretched for it and found she couldn't move.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt halfway decent.
Her turquoise eyes had been so lost and confused, he couldn't help but take pity on her.
He couldn't remember—he never did.
You couldn't keep your hands off—" "You two know each other?"
Standing in the hall, she couldn't stop the fear that slid through her.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.
He pushed the thought of his slain brother away but couldn't escape the lingering sense of unease.
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
He began to understand why and couldn't help but feel frustrated at having to find a way to win her instead of command her.
Maybe he had a harem of women at his beck and call, but she couldn't see herself with any other man.
Though she couldn't see her own fate, she began to suspect which direction it'd take her in.
She couldn't tell if he was human or beast.
She couldn't make him out.
He looped one leg across her hips so she couldn't move.
Damian couldn't have chosen a better guard.
She didn't belong in the human world anymore, and yet, she couldn't just dump it.
He couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him.
If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.
She didn't want to disappoint him or Damian and couldn't help but dread the conversation to come.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
She couldn't bring herself to say what they'd done.
Dusty's words floored him, and Damian couldn't help but feel hurt that his best friend hadn't told him of his suspicions sooner.
Sofia bit her lip and crossed her arms, unable to admit she couldn't really eat.
Miles away, Sofia couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong with Damian.
He couldn't sleep when she cried.
She recognized Jule on sight and couldn't help but feel surprised.
She bolted to her car, far enough ahead of any of the men that they couldn't stop her.
Every step he took brought more memories of people and places he felt to his core he knew – but couldn't recognize.
Damian couldn't help his smile at the words.
Despite the cool fear spiraling through her, she couldn't help but feel thrilled at the sight of him after she thought she'd lost him.
Just when he'd thought Sofia couldn't surprise him more, she did.
Sofia couldn't help but say, "You'll both have women, and Dustin, when you're in trouble, she'll call me."
The men fell into silence, and she sensed the silent communications she couldn't hear.
As they strode into the gardens toward an awaiting helicopter, she couldn't help but think she'd just stepped into something far greater than she could ever imagine.
She couldn't think about such things without wanting to break down and weep.
She couldn't kill anyone.
She couldn't bring herself to try, just like she couldn't remove her hand.
Love, you couldn't kill me.
Deidre couldn't understand the relationship and how permanent he claimed it was.
This place, him, her situation – they couldn't be, or she was going to go insane.
Deidre stretched but couldn't reach.
Panting and exhausted, Deidre couldn't have moved, had he not shifted to hold her against him.
She couldn't help thinking the creature whose job it was to trick people into Hell wasn't above lying to the human mate he took.
She couldn't fathom the amount of pain he had caused over his lifetime.
There is no part of me that wishes I couldn't go back and save you from this.
She couldn't navigate through the emotions.
The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn's, one she couldn't place.
Why couldn't you let me have my victory? she whispered.
She couldn't walk down the streets of Atlanta in her Hell gown.
The second dealer was moving closer, and she couldn't free herself from the thick arm wrapped around her.
She couldn't decipher what he had to be feeling.
She couldn't fathom the idea.
She couldn't tell, except that the tension in the room was increasing.
A double-bond couldn't be broken, but did she want it to be?
She couldn't tell, but she doubted it.
One he couldn't turn down.
She wanted Gabriel to be happy but couldn't bear to see it, not when her own world was still so new and frightening.
You were so close to the end, we couldn't take a chance.
Sometimes when you look at a grain of sand in your hand, you forget that there couldn't be a beach without every one of them.
There were days when you hated the fact you did love her, and there were days when she almost walked away from you for good, because she hated that she couldn't control how she felt, Deidre continued.
He couldn't know that she was about to become the only thing standing between his soul and Darkyn.
She couldn't help thinking it was the first truly honest exchange they'd ever had – and the timing was the worst it could possibly be.
You know I couldn't figure out how to turn on the shower?
Deidre couldn't help wondering how the woman was able to ask such favors after hurting her so badly.
Unable to look away from him, she couldn't fight the sense she was about to have a total meltdown.
She felt his gaze on her but couldn't see him in the dim lighting of the room.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.
She tried to think of a retort, but couldn't.
Caleb—Dean couldn't recall his last name—and his family had been guests in Ouray early in June.
He couldn't imagine any childhood taunting that would have caused him to crawl into the earth through a cold, wet, and black hole.
At first I couldn't find 'em but when I did, I yelled at Caleb until he calmed down enough so we could get out.
And I wouldn't—and couldn't.
When he was little, I couldn't chase him away.
He said it but he couldn't force the appropriate accompanying tone to sound enthusiastic.
He couldn't help but compare the situation to Billy Langstrom's.
God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.
Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.
We couldn't have taken a wrong turn!
The Deans' budget couldn't afford a freeloader, even a pleasant, philosophical guest, especially during a holiday week when the house was full.
He couldn't wait to list his rusty tins, copper mugs, and brass candle sticks on an Internet auction site.
I couldn't find nothing on Josh without a last name, but Ed Plotke was in the phone book for six years between 1956 and 1962.
Dean looked around the crowd but couldn't spot her.
We couldn't have been happier, and it never changed for a moment for the whole twelve years before he died.
There, amid a cluster of floats, Boy Scouts and ballerinas, four of Fred's lady friends were in the final stages of hanging bunting about a beautiful old touring car whose vintage or name Dean couldn't identify.
While Dean felt foolish, he couldn't help feeling a tickle of pleasure as hundreds of people clapped and cheered as they passed.
Dean couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Couldn't they be much older—or younger?
Couldn't. I peed my pants down there and he would have seen it.
Because when I got the call that said a car had gone over, I couldn't raise him.
The other two he'd seen about town but couldn't put a name with a face.
He couldn't blame her for looking incredulous after hearing the tale.
You know a suggestion of this would dump him from the election, don't you—even if you couldn't prove it?
The Deans couldn't hear the conversation but assumed it was one more lady in waiting for the senior Prince Charming's favor.
Dean couldn't believe it, and shook his head to so indicate.
He was nice enough to say I didn't belong locked up but this was Fitzgerald's jurisdiction and he couldn't do nothing about it.
Dean couldn't agree more.
How would you like working with a slug who couldn't keep his hands off your boobs every time no one was looking and grabbed your ass whenever he damned well pleased?
He couldn't hold a candle to my real father—the one who was there for me all those years.
Fitzgerald couldn't have thought kindly about her setting him up.
I knew we couldn't get away for long but Patsy needed to leave and wanted me to go with her.
The Deans knew they couldn't simply keep Martha without reporting her arrival to the Midwest authorities that were searching for the girl as a kidnapping victim, and her mother as a fleeing fugitive.
I couldn't get him to back off and I got really scared.
Dean couldn't believe this woman, but he was far too irritated to respond.
Fred O'Connor was instructed to call Jake Weller and tell him where they were located, but Dean couldn't wait.
Dean couldn't tell, but it was many yards away.
You couldn't bear to let loose of a ten dollar cigarette tin.
I couldn't let that happen nor could I remove them myself since Billy and the boy had seen them.
But they couldn't sell because of Mrs. Dawkins's suit.
At first I couldn't locate her because she was going under her maiden name, Radisson.
I thought about it, but I couldn't tell the trunks apart.
He couldn't help but remember her agitated state of mind after learning of Fitzgerald's death.
At the same time, he couldn't jeopardize the underworld more.
If you're not going to be around more than a few hours, it couldn't be that important to you.
Ogling a spouse couldn't be a sin – especially when he derived such obvious pleasure from it.
He felt so good she couldn't get close enough.
The Appaloosa stallion loved to run, and Princess couldn't be left behind.
He couldn't have been too close or the horses would have smelled him.
No wonder Alex couldn't put that horrible incident out of his mind.
They couldn't keep the foal as a stud, but she might be able to trade it for a mare when it was older.
Money couldn't buy what we have.
They couldn't wait much longer.
She glanced back but couldn't see him.
This couldn't be happening.
She couldn't argue that point, but Alex might regain consciousness and she wanted to be there if he did.
She couldn't have slept much.
She couldn't think of him in any way but recuperating.
And then Josh started in on me about how much you wanted a baby and how Alex couldn't...
The next time the man came to visit, they were supposed to tell him he couldn't see Alex unless Carmen was there.
It was best that he didn't see Alex like that, and they couldn't communicate anyway.
No one knew but Mums – and she couldn't know for sure.
Yet he still couldn't control his facial muscles or speak.
It was difficult to imagine that someone would think they couldn't talk when they actually could, but the mind did strange things during duress.
If he could groan, why couldn't he talk?
He always knew what to say to make people feel better – only now he couldn't talk, and even if he could, he might not be capable of the flowery words.
There was no reason why he couldn't do the finances or make the normal decisions.
He couldn't possibly know or understand, but he seemed to sense something was wrong between them.
They needed to talk, but he couldn't, and he wouldn't write.
If he couldn't sign it, he simply didn't convey it.
She couldn't let this moment drift by.
It couldn't be easy shifting from the role of the patient to the demanding role of husband and father.
I know you thought I spoke, but I tried to speak this morning and I couldn't.
When I was dreaming, I knew I had dreamed it before, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember what it was about.
I tried to tell you, but I couldn't talk and everyone kept telling me not to speak.
I really couldn't talk.
I knew I could, but I couldn't get a sound out.
If it couldn't wait, they would have called me on my cell phone.
He issued a quick order Gabe couldn't hear through the blood pounding in his head.
He couldn't think straight.
Gabe hated her yet couldn't escape the memory of the compassion and spirit that made him take a stranger to bed last night.
A status check on their relationship, the one he hadn't told her he couldn't have, because he was trapped into mating with a formerly sadistic psychopath-turned-human he was trying hard not to kill.
You couldn't get past the pictures, could you?
From the beginning, you were willing to do what I couldn't, Rhyn said.
I agreed and of course, yanked her Sight so she couldn't cheat.
She couldn't help feeling familiar annoyance at him as she turned away from him.
Oh. You couldn't tell me?
Eyes blurred with tears and bewildered, she couldn't make sense of anything around her anymore.
Wrapped in his warm body, she couldn't move if she wanted to.
Deidre couldn't move as they fell in slow motion.
He stepped aside, happy for reasons she couldn't remotely comprehend.
He couldn't forget the energy of the bond that tore through when he held her on the roof.
He was so close … and couldn't touch her the way he yearned to.
The idea she'd hidden it somewhere he couldn't find was driving him mad, along with the scent of the human blood coating the walls of the far bedroom.
She couldn't tell them apart yet and looked around to determine if this courtyard was the one near the medieval cafeteria or not.
After all she'd been through lately, she couldn't help feeling a little wary.
She didn't see Jared, but she couldn't shake the sense he – or someone else – was following her.
She couldn't shake the feeling she got when she first saw the faceless corpse, that he was Logan.
She couldn't help pacing.
These could be hallucinations, couldn't they?
Reviewing their day together, she couldn't find any instance where he'd directly tipped her off.
She couldn't … couldn't bear the thought of another friend dying because of her!
No one I couldn't handle, dear.
Couldn't someone tell her what the hell was going on?
She didn't want to live with someone like Logan, who resented her for something she couldn't control.
Wynn couldn't help me.
She couldn't take everything this trip, but she had the most important stuff.
She couldn't remember seeing his chiseled features in full light without being drunk or terrified.
Nothing I couldn't handle.
Gazing at the muscular man who freely admitted to killing for a living, Deidre couldn't help thinking she never wanted to see something he couldn't handle.
She couldn't think straight when he was close and not at all when he touched her.
Or, maybe he tried and couldn't do it.
It was a huge pill to try to swallow, knowing someone didn't like her for reasons she couldn't control.
She couldn't return to her apartment, and her savings were almost gone.
She couldn't see the far end of the lake from her viewpoint, but she was able to see across the narrow panhandle.
The thought he had someone else – and this was the reason he couldn't commit to her fully – never crossed her mind.
No. Wynn, I couldn't even dump Logan, and I'd been meaning to for months.
She couldn't fathom the enormity of a billion souls like the one she'd touched.
As fast as she ran, she couldn't escape her horror, her hatred of past-Deidre, her helplessness.
She strained to move, regretting she couldn't have one small moment of peace.
She really was dying a death he couldn't stop.
You couldn't get it out?
The underworld wouldn't have accepted you if you couldn't do this.
I pulled her Sight, so she couldn't tell I was lying, then asked what she'd wager on it.
He couldn't have the tumor – or half her brain missing – when he revived her.
I've been avoiding talking to you about us for awhile, he said, aware he couldn't push it off any further.
There was something else in his voice she couldn't quite place.
Whatever it was they wanted him to tell her, it couldn't be that bad.
She didn't ask for fear of discovering he was going to stop playing his keep-away game and offer her an arrangement she couldn't refuse.
By that point, other things fell apart that I couldn't fix.
You look alike, but you couldn't be more different.
You were the victim of someone who couldn't see what was right before him.
The gods couldn't have molded a more perfect woman.
He couldn't risk it.
He couldn't risk her.
She couldn't voice the words.
There was no way he couldn't.
Rhyn couldn't do what others wanted, not when he couldn't control his own powers.
Gabriel couldn't help the feeling of deep satisfaction as he gripped the vial in one hand.
They couldn't control him once he left Hell; no one could.
She couldn't be late again for her job as an assistant general manager of a fast food joint, or she'd be fired.
The grey eyes were beseeching, but Katie couldn't manage anything verbal let alone a lie to placate the driver.
Sometimes he could see out into the hallway and the empty cell across from his; sometimes he couldn't.
She couldn't read his face.
Your sense of humor couldn't be worse timed, Gabe.
Things really couldn't get much stranger.
I don't know what you are, but I couldn't heal you.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
Despite the honor of his visit, she couldn't help but feel a trickle of familiar coldness at his still gaze.
She'd never left the country and couldn't help but stare in wonder at the romantically lit Arc de Triomphe.
Dazed and pained, she couldn't help but wish she'd just jumped off the ledge instead.
She couldn't distinguish whether it was male or female.
I've been in Heeeeeeeeeeeell forever, and if I wasn't here, I couldn't heal you.
She couldn't see what was there but knew it was on its way to get her.
He couldn't protect anyone from Sasha in Hell, and he itched to taste the woman meant to be his mate.
This time, Rhyn couldn't figure out why the creature wanted a human so badly he'd bring her here yet didn't seem eager about her becoming his mate.
They hated him because he couldn't focus his magic.
Still, she couldn't sleep.