How much had he told Señor Medena - or how little?
How did you know you loved him?
It makes no difference how they feel.
How long had Morino lived in America?
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
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.
Actually, it was how my family always celebrated Christmas.
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
"How about the birds and beasts and fishes?" asked Zeb.
It did her good to see how the braided man's eyes sparkled when he received this treasure.
"But how would it help us to be able to fly?" questioned the girl.
"How old are you?" enquired Zeb, who stared at the yellow eyes as if fascinated.
Then the crowd cheered lustily and Dorothy hugged the kitten in her arms and told her how delighted she was to know that she was innocent.
"O my child, how did you learn to do that?" cried his mother.
He knew how to work with his hands.
They sang their sweetest songs to show how much they loved him.
It looks easy enough, now that Bob has shown how it is done.
"How much will you give?" said the fishermen.
"How beautiful it is!" he said.
Then the messengers told him how it had been taken from the sea, and they repeated the words of the oracle:--
When we only understand the new technology in terms of the old, how we use the new technology is also solely an extension of how we used the old technology.
But as I watch how we are building and using the Internet, the one-on-one encounters impress me most.
And they will see how this information will be used to better the lives of other people in very real ways.
How can it be said that trade actually generates wealth?
So how do these things get made?
How can this be?
That's how life works.
How shall I write of my mother?
Finally I noticed a very obvious error in the sequence and for an instant I concentrated my attention on the lesson and tried to think how I should have arranged the beads.
Then in simpler words than these, which at that time I could not have understood, she explained: You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day.
How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea--how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land--my teacher read me "The Chambered Nautilus," and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.
How much of my delight in all beautiful things is innate, and how much is due to her influence, I can never tell.
How different this journey was from the one I had made to Baltimore two years before!
Others have been curious to learn what portion of my income I devoted to charitable purposes; and some, who have large families, how many poor children I maintained.
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
How godlike, how immortal, is he?
See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds.
According to Evelyn, "the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and the Roman prÃ¦tors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor."
Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, neither shorter nor longer.
How vigilant we are! determined not to live by faith if we can avoid it; all the day long on the alert, at night we unwillingly say our prayers and commit ourselves to uncertainties.
First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are.
"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation--"I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag.
"How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.
"How lovely!" said everyone who saw her; and the vicomte lifted his shoulders and dropped his eyes as if startled by something extraordinary when she took her seat opposite and beamed upon him also with her unchanging smile.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom.