Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
He would understand on whose side justice lies.
So whose bones are they?
"And whose fault is that?" he challenged.
The web is a force for truth, connectedness, understanding, and communication—all things whose absence can trigger war.
"Tell him whose cookies you'll make first, sis," Jonny said testily.
She meant what she said; she had no friends, but a long time ago, she'd had one whose family had a summer cottage near the coast.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
She smelled it suddenly and jerked, scouring his body to find the blood whose scent stirred her senses.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
Whose child is it? they asked him.
A long time ago there lived a poor slave whose name was Aesop. He was a small man with a large head and long arms.
The educated man is the man whose expression is educated.
They were some of the most ancient beings in the universe, those whose first war drove immortals out of their world and created the mortal world.
The sailors agreed; for they were anxious to hear the musician whose songs were famous all over the world.
The man hiding in the corner of her mind, he whose death plagued Damian for thousands of years.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped.
They'll die down there in the grass, said the third lawyer, whose name I forget.
There was once a caliph of Cordova whose name was Al Mansour.
A gentleman in Philadelphia has just written to my teacher about a deaf and blind child in Paris, whose parents are Poles.
He did not know whose it was; it belonged to the pond.
Deliver me from a city built on the site of a more ancient city, whose materials are ruins, whose gardens cemeteries.
Pierre wished to say something, looked at her with eyes whose strange expression she did not understand, and lay down again.
Among them stood a man whose white shirt was stained with blood.
He watched Dusty, whose grip tightened on the wheel as he muttered curses.
At last, she forced herself to lie down and tried not to think of the man named Jule, whose soul still lingered.
Creatures like you, whose hearts I would cut out with my nails if I had nothing else.
Jake led him into the Gregorian mansion, whose stone walls resembled an old school fortress.
Claire was all that remained of his brother, and he'd loved her out of respect for a man whose death he'd never been able to accept.
Lon knelt by a vamp whose chest still moved.
She couldn't help thinking the creature whose job it was to trick people into Hell wasn't above lying to the human mate he took.
This was the kind of man whose depravity Darkyn preyed on.
In Scotland there once lived a poor shepherd whose name was James Hogg.
Once upon a time there was a famous Arab whose name was Al Mansur.
"She killed three of my lambs last night," said the one whose name was David Brown.
A long time ago there lived, in Pennsylvania, a little boy whose name was Benjamin West.
Long, long ago, there lived in Persia a little prince whose name was Cyrus.
Among the servants there was a little page whose name was Carl.
In the Far East there was once a prince whose name was Gautama.
And the people whose houses or lives it saves?
It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
Her friend, Mr. John Hitz, whose native tongue is German, says that her pronunciation is excellent.
It certainly is fair to look at that class by whose labor the works which distinguish this generation are accomplished.
I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal.
I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this theme would soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality.
Pierre did not answer, but looked cordially into the Frenchman's eyes whose expression of sympathy was pleasing to him.
I asked him whose subject he was, and he jabbered in his own way.
He focused on the woman whose body was pressed beneath his.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
She placed the medallion around her neck and admired it in the mirror, vowing not to think of the man whose presence plagued her.
She knew better than to relax around her father, whose hand was likely to fly at the drop of a hat.
He didn't seem like the kind whose moods shifted like her father's.
When she opened them, they stood outside a stone façade of a compound built into the side of a mountain and surrounded by evergreen trees whose branches were heavy with snow.
Her tortured thoughts went to the thousands of men, killed by the only family she'd known, whose souls were trapped for eternity beneath the ground.
Instincts took her in the direction of the stream, and she reached the top of a shallow ravine in whose valley the stream flowed.
She looked up at Jule, whose features were grim.
Damian had a lot of cars, and she found the black BMW whose lights flashed when she clicked the key fob.
The second traitor came soon after, a man whose past stunned her.
It was Lon, whose gaze went to her as he approached.
The energy around them was lively; they were brothers whose bond was formed during their years in the bowels of hell.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
There was a caliph of Persia whose name was Al Mamoun. He had two sons whom he wished to become honest and noble men.
When asked the colour of some one whose occupation she did not know she seemed bewildered, and finally said "blue."
At a little distance from the palace we might easily mistake it for a mountain whose peaks were mounting heavenward to receive the last kiss of the departing day.
Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks.
What right had the unclean and stupid farmer, whose farm abutted on this sky water, whose shores he has ruthlessly laid bare, to give his name to it?
What could all that matter in comparison with the will of God, without Whose care not a hair of man's head can fall?
Rostov reined in his horse, whose spirits had risen, like his own, at the firing, and went back at a footpace.
He did not know that the brick buildings, built to plan, were being built by serfs whose manorial labor was thus increased, though lessened on paper.
In my perplexity I did not know whose aid and advice to seek.
In front, at a weary gallop and using his leather whip, rode an officer, disheveled and drenched, whose trousers had worked up to above his knees.
Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men.
The ground around the monument was rich with the long dead whose souls were trapped.
There had been none since Claire, whose powers had been so weak, she couldn't even be blood bound.
Unlike the others whose paths she'd crossed earlier, he didn't ignore her.
It was the opposite of Darkyn's, whose was subtle and calming.
Unlike Darkyn, whose hair was short, Zamon's long hair was captured in a braid.
She wanted to make sure the woman whose gaze had gone from confident to sad ended up okay.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
And whose sheep are these?
It was a good old Friend, whom everybody loved--a-white-haired, pleasant-faced minister, whose words were always wise.
I buy my eggs from a farmer whose chickens roam free.
In 2005, rice became the first crop plant whose complete genome had been compiled.
Parents whose children are in the military generally aren't the ones hawkishly pushing for war.
For Dr. Howe is the great pioneer on whose work that of Miss Sullivan and other teachers of the deaf-blind immediately depends.
I regard my pupil as a free and active being, whose own spontaneous impulses must be my surest guide.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
My "best" room, however, my withdrawing room, always ready for company, on whose carpet the sun rarely fell, was the pine wood behind my house.
"Health and happiness to her whose name day we are keeping and to her children," she said, in her loud, full-toned voice which drowned all others.
Halfway across stood Prince Nesvitski, who had alighted from his horse and whose big body was jammed against the railings.
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said gaily, with a wide swing of his arm.
"Don't kick up the dust, you infantry!" jested an hussar whose prancing horse had splashed mud over some foot soldiers.
"Whose company?" asked Prince Bagration of an artilleryman standing by the ammunition wagon.
He asked, "Whose company?" but he really meant, "Are you frightened here?" and the artilleryman understood him.
To each of them he made some careless and agreeable remark except to Pierre and Helene, whose presence he seemed not to notice.
If it were a man whose existence thou didst doubt I could bring him to thee, could take him by the hand and show him to thee.
Everyone in the house realized for whose sake Prince Andrew came, and without concealing it he tried to be with Natasha all day.
Pierre felt himself to be an insignificant chip fallen among the wheels of a machine whose action he did not understand but which was working well.
Whenever an event occurs a man appears or men appear, by whose will the event seems to have taken place.
They can be connected to sensors whose sensitivity dwarfs anything a human can do.
A French gentleman, whose name I cannot remember, showed me the great French bronzes.
Bird Song's parlor began filling with guests whose canceled activities put them in a what-do-you-do-next? mood of bewilderment.
Martha, whose stay with them was at first a simple good deed, then a delight and now so very much more.