He was going to call the doctor.
I'm going to make myself a sandwich and get back to work.
What time are we going to leave tomorrow?
We're going out for breakfast.
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
I'm not ever going to know them if I never meet them, am I?
I'm going to bed.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
What's going to become of us now?
"Because I am going to stop your breath," was the reply.
I'm going to begin now.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
"I'm not going to drop a pin," said Zeb.
Some of the king's soldiers are going to Concord to get the powder that is there.
I am going to put you in the academy there.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
What is going to happen? each one asked of another.
I am going to be a sailor and nothing else.
I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me.
I am going to find such a way if I can.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
This is going to have profound effects.
I guarantee that if I post to a forum, "I am going to Seattle this weekend with my family; what are some things we should do?" people will post answers.
If you were male and born on a farm, you were almost certainly going to be a farmer.
They have no economic advantage in going to war.
Unless one can somehow imagine NATO countries going to war with each other, such as Belgium invading the United Kingdom, it is hard to see how "world wars" could escalate outside of NATO member countries.
I am not going to make many friends with this point, but here goes: At some point in the future, there will be only one language.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
If I have since learned differently, I am not going to tell anybody.
She is going home to rest, but she will come back to me next autumn.
Grandmother is going to make me two new dresses.
It is getting warm here now, so father is going to take us to the Quarry on the 20th of August.
I am going to send you a birthday gift with this letter.
I am going to have a Christmas tree, in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it.
Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is.
No doubt, many of my townsmen have met me returning from this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston in the twilight, or woodchoppers going to their work.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
The laborer's day ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit, independent of his labor; but his employer, who speculates from month to month, has no respite from one end of the year to the other.
The air is filled with the bleating of calves and sheep, and the hustling of oxen, as if a pastoral valley were going by.
Every day or two I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homoeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.
If they pay the tax from a mistaken interest in the individual taxed, to save his property, or prevent his going to jail, it is because they have not considered wisely how far they let their private feelings interfere with the public good.
He is going to get himself killed.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
"Well, why are you going to the war?" asked Pierre.
You are going to the war and have no pity for me.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
Ever since the morning, carriages with six horses had been coming and going continually, bringing visitors to the Countess Rostova's big house on the Povarskaya, so well known to all Moscow.
Pierre saw that Prince Andrew was going to speak of Natasha, and his broad face expressed pity and sympathy.