His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
Do you think I would ever harm you?
"You're the most headstrong person I've ever met," he said forcefully, and abruptly turned away.
I am now going to the war, the greatest war there ever was, and I know nothing and am fit for nothing.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
You're the sweetest person I've ever met.
Haven't you ever made a mistake?
"I wondered if you were ever going to come back," she said, moving eagerly into step with him.
I'm not ever going to know them if I never meet them, am I?
More important, would there ever be a time when he stopped hiding things from her?
Yet nothing had ever been placed in the box.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever stop seeing that.
It might have been something she would suspect if she had ever seen him in the pool.
In fact, until the death of her family, she rarely ever dreamed – or at least didn't remember them.
Could she ever truly love any man?
This might be the most difficult decision she would ever make.
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
Alex was ten times the man Señor Medena would ever be.
He'd like to believe in good and the happy-ever-after, but that innocence could never be retrieved.
"I'm as ready as I'm ever going to get," Lisa responded without emotion.
Were victims ever suspicious of their attackers beforehand?
His piercing gaze held hers for a moment, and then his expression softened ever so slightly.
What are the odds that she'd ever meet him, much less marry him?
You're the first girl who has ever accepted me for what I am.
I'm working my way through college, but what have I ever done to give you the idea I was destitute?
Alluring brooks of crystal water flowed sparkling between their flower-strewn banks, while scattered over the valley were dozens of the quaintest and most picturesque cottages our travelers had ever beheld.
Never to the end of his life could he understand goodness, beauty, or truth, or the significance of his actions which were too contrary to goodness and truth, too remote from everything human, for him ever to be able to grasp their meaning.
Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.
No one in her family ever questioned her innocence.
Nothing she had ever experienced in her life was more painful than that moment, knowing his pain and not being able to say a thing to help.
I don't believe Brandon will ever come back here to finish his schooling.
He repeated every injustice he had ever inflicted on her.
For three weeks the old prince lay stricken by paralysis in the new house Prince Andrew had built at Bogucharovo, ever in the same state, getting neither better nor worse.
As birds migrate to somewhere beyond the sea, so these men with their wives and children streamed to the southeast, to parts where none of them had ever been.
And not the face she had known ever since she could remember and had always seen at a distance, but the timid, feeble face she had seen for the first time quite closely, with all its wrinkles and details, when she stooped near to his mouth to catch what he said.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
Napoleon was experiencing a feeling of depression like that of an ever- lucky gambler who, after recklessly flinging money about and always winning, suddenly just when he has calculated all the chances of the game, finds that the more he considers his play the more surely he loses.
Neither Napoleon nor any of his generals had ever before seen such horrors or so many slain in such a small area.
He listened with weary ears to the ever-recurring sounds, distinguishing the whistle of flying projectiles from the booming of the reports, glanced at the tiresomely familiar faces of the men of the first battalion, and waited.
The French army pushed on to Moscow, its goal, its impetus ever increasing as it neared its aim, just as the velocity of a falling body increases as it approaches the earth.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
Pierre did not answer and left Rostopchin's room more sullen and angry than he had ever before shown himself.