You want me to think of all this as ours, but how can I when you insist that the problems are all yours?
Yes Alex, he's ours... yours.
We all remember ours but yours is missing.
"He's no friend of ours, Molly," I said, trying to pick up movement as I slowly drove by the site.
He may be a very bad man but we won't know until we have a friend of ours check the license plate.
"Ours is not a pretty world, kiri," he said firmly.
They aren't supposed to be hunting on private land without permission, and ours is posted anyway.
It's the way ours will.
But if it were a world like ours, I imagine it would be okay, right?
The standard day is longer than ours, about thirty hours instead of twenty-four, with that divided evenly between day and night.
That one of ours sold the keypad to the PMF?
And the money is ours, not mine.
"Wise, content leaders with bloodlines as good as ours will," Darian said with a smile.
"Everything in the immortal realm is ours," the Other spat.
And he won't pick ours, Jenn, Jonny continued.
Severus laid such stress on the human infirmities of Christ as proving that His body was like ours, created and corruptible (09ap-rov) that his opponents dubbed him and his followers Phthartolatrae - worshippers of the corruptible.2 The school of Themistius of Alexandria extended the argument to Christ's human soul, which they said was, like ours, limited in knowledge.
Ours is a many-sided, a many-coloured world.
In 1870 appeared his Other Worlds than Ours, in which he discussed the question of the plurality of worlds in the light of.
But ours is better.
"Ours gives us kisses," said Charlot.
But the choice will be ours and will be made based on facts.
If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown."
She reaches out and touches the leaves, and the world of growing things is hers, as truly as it is ours, to enjoy while she holds the leaves in her fingers and smells the blossoms, and to remember when the walk is done.
What makes this duty the more urgent is the fact that the country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army.
Bilibin and the rest of "ours" burst out laughing in Hippolyte's face, and Prince Andrew saw that Hippolyte, of whom--he had to admit--he had almost been jealous on his wife's account, was the butt of this set.
The French line was wider than ours, and it was plain that they could easily outflank us on both sides.
If it had been from the cold, ours would not have rotted either.