It isn't that simple.
That's the one the old hospital is on, isn't it?
This isn't easy for you, is it?
It isn't your fault.
Isn't there something to drink?
"Isn't that a great deal?" she asked, doubtfully.
There isn't much to tell.
"Isn't she ripe now?" asked Dorothy.
But right or wrong, she isn't his daughter.
Presently, labeling of GMO content isn't a requirement—and since labeling is a complex and controversial issue that has no bearing on my thesis, I will pass it by.
Sure, it isn't as big a force as Democratic Peace Theory or Mutually Assured Poverty.
It isn't the first time I've cooked.
He isn't a Mexican.
It isn't going to get any easier, so I'd better shape up.
The day isn't getting any longer.
I guess my life isn't very interesting to other people, but Alex and I like the way we live.
Isn't it too early?
You're supposed to be taking care of me, but that isn't realistic 100% of the time, is it?
It isn't everybody who gets a chance to see your Land of the Gabazoos.
Now my expectations have changed so much that I'm annoyed everything isn't already connected to the Internet.
And the peasants are asking three rubles for carting--it isn't Christian!
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
Likhachev--isn't that your name?
"It isn't the seating arrangements that bother me," he said.
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?
I mean, when Dulce isn't chewing you out.
"Isn't it early for all of that?" she asked.
Isn't it strange how babies can draw people together?
For the last time, Howard isn't interested in me.
I guess a walk in the cool evening isn't worth the risk of being eaten up by beasts is it?
"It isn't that," said the Sawhorse, modestly; "but I never tire, and you do."
And advances in drip irrigation, which itself isn't exactly new but is becoming far more widespread and ever more efficient, allows crops to be grown with massively less water.
Water isn't free; someone is paying a bill to purify the water that comes through that fountain.
Murder isn't the only form of violent crime that is falling.
This isn't the final triumph of consumerism—nothing nearly that sinister.
Her mind isn't more logical than the minds of ordinary children.
If the purse isn't found I'll flog you, I'll flog you all.
The field marshal is angry with the Emperor and he punishes us all, isn't it logical?
Isn't it all the same?
He's handsome, isn't he?
It isn't wanted, Petya.
But Herr Dimmler--isn't he good!
At first I did not like it much, because what makes a town pleasant ce sont les jolies femmes, * isn't that so?
Natalie is quite well again now, isn't she?
So this gruel isn't to your taste?
"But isn't it all the same now?" thought he.
Isn't the road wide enough? said he, turning to a man behind him who was not pushing him at all.
So isn't it all the same not to send them?
Isn't Princess Mary mistaken?
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
Yes. Isn't it pretty?
It isn't a dirty...
"There's more, isn't there," Carmen asked, watching Felipa's face.
But it isn't more comfortable.
It isn't your doing... or your responsibility to change it.
Anyway, it isn't any of her business.
Any time a wild animal isn't afraid of you, there is probably something wrong.
"It isn't the first skunk I've seen around here," Carmen said, "but it's the first time I saw one acting like that.
Isn't it getting close to her bedtime?
He's catching on, isn't he?
This isn't a social visit.
He's staying here with you, isn't he?
I'll go, but this isn't over.
This isn't a hotel.
He's trying to change, but it isn't easy.
This isn't an office.
That's why you don't wander in the woods, isn't it?
It isn't what it looks like.
Thanks. Since your radio isn't on, I'm guessing you're off duty.
He won't talk to me, but he isn't slamming anything around.
This is a nice scrape you've got me into, isn't it?
Eureka isn't pink; she's white.
Isn't it funny? asked the kitten.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
It isn't very nice down here.
But knowing isn't enough.
Isn't this the direction technology inevitably is heading?
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
After a few minutes more, you decide this really isn't the suit for you.
So gold isn't scarce—only the gold we know how to recover is scarce.
Food isn't really scarce.
Water isn't scarce either; we have had the same amount forever.
This makes a great deal of sense: If nutrition isn't governed by universal laws (as physics is) and instead affects different people differently, then the way you will know certain things is by learning through trial and error, through your own experience.
How do you know that isn't doing the trick?
The proverbial "Little Timmy" will find it hard to believe that food isn't manufactured like electronics but grown like an animal.
It isn't just that we can communicate better but that we actually relate to each other better.
Isn't that friendship? remarked the count in an inquiring tone.
"Well now, isn't she a fool!" shouted the prince, pushing the book aside and turning sharply away; but rising immediately, he paced up and down, lightly touched his daughter's hair and sat down again.
Isn't it? asked Natasha, so seriously and excitedly that it was evident that what she was now saying she had talked of before, with tears.
"Yes, yes, of course," said Pierre, "isn't that what I'm saying?"
In our times that is worth something, isn't it?
By the Lyadov upland, isn't he?
Isn't she a Tartar!
The shaft horse swayed from side to side, moving his ears as if asking: "Isn't it time to begin now?"
This isn't the Kosoy meadow nor the Demkin hill, and heaven only knows what it is!
"Handsome, isn't she?" he whispered to Natasha.
Strange, isn't it, General? he said, evidently not doubting that this remark would be agreeable to his hearer since it went to prove his, Napoleon's, superiority to Alexander.
Everything seems funny to you, but this isn't at all a joke....
Well, good-by, Peter Kirilych--isn't it?
Isn't it so, Papa? said he.
It's always something, isn't it?
He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.
If you don't remember where you buried the bone, it isn't going to be much help when you get hungry later.
There isn't anything precious about this situation with Dulce.
You spring something on me and then you just shut me out - like what I feel isn't important.
Even Dulce isn't interested in that part.
It isn't as bad as it seems.
Anyway, my driving isn't that bad.
Kind of late for a walk, isn't it?
They seem to know man isn't a threat until the engine is shut off.
Six years isn't much difference, especially five years from now.
At least, it isn't as wrong as some other things.
"My gown isn't silk," she said, smiling.
"It isn't the bigness, dear; its the variety," replied the girl.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
If it isn't I'll have to stand it, that's all.
For my part, if we manage to get out of here I'll be glad it isn't the way the dragon goes.
"Almost on earth isn't being there," said the kitten, in a discontented tone.
So isn't it just possible that it could end ignorance, disease, poverty, hunger, and war?
Though it isn't so much a time as a state of mind, historians plot the Renaissance as moving around Europe for a couple of centuries.
It's nice, isn't it?
There isn't a living soul in this part of the world to whom I can go for advice in this, or indeed, in any other educational difficulty.
Isn't that lovely and noble!
Why isn't she dull and ashamed?
"Look, there's Alenina," said Sonya, "with her mother, isn't it?"
Isn't it possible to help them?
"Burdino, isn't it?" said the officer, turning to his companion.
"Isn't it fine, eh, Uncle Ignat?" said the boy, suddenly beginning to strike the keyboard with both hands.
"Isn't it funny?" she said.
Isn't it so, lads?
Isn't she too young?
But don't you lose heart, Jim, for I'm sure this isn't the end of our story, by any means.
"But that isn't young!" cried Dorothy, in amazement.