As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
He wants you because you would do a good job, and because you are his son.
"Good night," he said cheerfully.
It would be good to get home - away from all the finery and hostility.
He was amazingly good, his fingers plucking the strings with quick nimble strokes.
Carmen is a good wife.
He had done one good deed.
What's the good of denying it, my dear?
You have a good family.
One farmer said that it was "good for nothing but to raise cheeping squirrels on."
Most of them I met first in the house of my good friend, Mr. Laurence Hutton.
At length, in the beginning of May, with the help of some of my acquaintances, rather to improve so good an occasion for neighborliness than from any necessity, I set up the frame of my house.
It was nice having Alex home all day and having the family together, but all good things come to an end.
"Are they good seats?" she asked.
Yeah, a good fight.
There were so many people she had never seen - lots of good looking women.
"Good job," Carmen said.
"You have a good conscience, friend Horse," it said, "and if you attend to its teachings it will do much to protect you from harm.
Then try to tell what it is, what it is like, what it is good for, and what is done with it.
He soon learned all that his teacher could teach; for he was bright and quick, and had a good memory.
We look at antique furniture today and say, "Man, they sure don't make stuff as good as they used to."
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
I do not mean that exactly, but I mean something which he might think a good deal like that; I mean that they should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end.
"Good enough," he replied, and dropped into his chair.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
It is not so good as a baby with your blood?
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
It must have taken a long time to say good-bye.
"It's good to be home," he whispered, "with the people who mean the most to me."
"A good day for harvesting," thought Alpatych.
Loaded carts stood at the house next to Ferapontov's and women were wailing and lamenting as they said good-by.
Selivanov, now, did a good stroke last Thursday-- sold flour to the army at nine rubles a sack.
While the horses were being harnessed Alpatych and Ferapontov over their tea talked of the price of corn, the crops, and the good weather for harvesting.
"Well, good-by!" said Prince Andrew, bending over to Alpatych.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
Your Minister may perhaps be good as a Minister, but as a general he is not merely bad but execrable, yet to him is entrusted the fate of our whole country....
Tell me, for God's sake, what will Russia, our mother Russia, say to our being so frightened, and why are we abandoning our good and gallant Fatherland to such rabble and implanting feelings of hatred and shame in all our subjects?
A good reputation he made for himself at Bucharest!
A good chessplayer having lost a game is sincerely convinced that his loss resulted from a mistake he made and looks for that mistake in the opening, but forgets that at each stage of the game there were similar mistakes and that none of his moves were perfect.
Napoleon did not smile, though he was evidently in high good humor, and he ordered these words to be repeated.