In fact, maybe he didn't know her very well.
I know you must be tired, so I will let you rest.
The men did not know of the wound.
I know better than that.
I know they don't like me.
I don't know how many times or how many ways I can say I'm sorry.
He does not know what he want.
We've been away for a long time, you know, and so we're anxious to get home again.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
For a moment the boy did not know what he meant by this question.
We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.
The rest of us will die much more cheerfully when we know you have escaped our sad fate.
"I believe we will soon follow her," announced the Wizard, in a tone of great relief; "for I know something about the magic of the fairyland that is called the Land of Oz.
Jim did not know, but he would not tell the Sawhorse that.
Now we know it.
"Because I don't know how," answered Henry.
"Well, I know what that is," he said to himself; and he wrote the word _turnip_ on his slate.
Oh, mother, I would like to know everything.
I do not know whether the end of the world has come or not.
The boy stammered and did not know what to say.
"Of course she will be glad to know that," said the boy; "but she has no time to bother about me to-night."
Because I am a historian, I know that big changes happen in history, and they are brought about by the most unlikely of causes.
That it would mean people would no longer know their neighbors?
He didn't know the car was coming.
I don't dispute the cliché, "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it."
"If only I had known," we often lament, in the widespread belief that to know everything would mean we would never make mistakes.
You can know everything in the world and still make bad decisions.
Or at least they will know the wise choice to make; whether they will choose it is another matter.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
I was greatly puzzled to know what he was doing.
The little blind children at the Perkins Institution had sent it and Laura Bridgman had dressed it; but I did not know this until afterward.
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.
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.
History, Poetry, Mythology!--I know of no reading of another's experience so startling and informing as this would be.
Confucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge."
We know not much about them.
It is remarkable that we know so much of them as we do.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
Do you know that profound thinker?
Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her?
Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son?
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet, I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father.
"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year?
She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately.