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.
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
How did you know you loved him?
He knew how to work with his hands.
So how do these things get made?
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.
"How beautiful it is!" he said.
How long had Morino lived in America?
How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
"How well you disguise it," said the Wizard.
That's how life works.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
How did he always manage to do that?
Actually, it was how my family always celebrated Christmas.
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.
How shall I write of my mother?
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.
It looks easy enough, now that Bob has shown how it is done.
"How much will you give?" said the fishermen.
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 proud mamma will be of her brave boy!
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
How can it be said that trade actually generates wealth?
"How old are you?" enquired Zeb, who stared at the yellow eyes as if fascinated.
It makes no difference how they feel.
It did her good to see how the braided man's eyes sparkled when he received this treasure.
Will you show me how to do that?
First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are.
How long would these mind games go on?
How many of them have filed for unemployment since they graduated?
How much more complex than this is the game of war, which occurs under certain limits of time, and where it is not one will that manipulates lifeless objects, but everything results from innumerable conflicts of various wills!
"How much will you take for the fish that you are drawing in?" he asked.
I buy something because I have certain assumptions about how much happiness it will bring me.
In August he was at Smolensk and thought only of how to advance farther, though as we now see that advance was evidently ruinous to him.
They sang their sweetest songs to show how much they loved him.
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
"How horrid of you, Eureka!" cried Dorothy.
"How about the birds and beasts and fishes?" asked Zeb.
More precisely, we will probably teach machines to teach themselves how to process it for us and surface findings to us.
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
Did you tell him how it makes you feel?
Let's look at how this happened.
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom.
You saw how he was.
"It doesn't matter how much money he has," Alex interrupted.
"But how would it help us to be able to fly?" questioned the girl.
I would teach you how to draw pictures of sheep and horses, and even of men, said the stranger.
"Tell us," said Al Mansour to the gardener, "tell us how you came to find that bag."
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.
But how do you do?
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
How is Destiny doing?
How might this work?
This she did by repeating to me as far as possible, verbatim, what she heard, and by showing me how I could take part in the conversation.
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 different this journey was from the one I had made to Baltimore two years before!
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
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 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.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Ugh, how hard it is!
I just wondered how you felt about him hiding things from you.
I don't know if he is actually trying to hide things, or simply doesn't know how to initiate the subject.
"If that is so," said the boy, "how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?"
"But tell me," said Dorothy, "how did such a brave Champion happen to let the bears eat him?
"But how can you get down?" enquired the girl, wonderingly.
"How long did you rule the Emerald City, after I left here?" was the next question.
Hearing this, Dorothy and the Wizard exchanged startled glances, for they remembered how often Eureka had longed to eat a piglet.
So, if you are innocent, Eureka, you must tell the Princess how you came to be in her room, and what has become of the piglet.
Of course; how else could I see it?
"Your Highness," said he, "see how easy it is for a jury to be mistaken.
He agreed to take the boy with him and teach him how to be a good sailor.
"She goes ahead all right," said Christopher, "but how shall we guide her?"
I see how human ingenuity and new technologies have eliminated previously insoluble problems once we stand back and let free markets do what they do best: direct the allocation of capital to find a solution.
I am also a historian with a full understanding of how poverty, disease, ignorance, famine, and war have dominated life on this planet.
But as I watch how we are building and using the Internet, the one-on-one encounters impress me most.
From mining the clay to make the lead, to the lacquer applied to the pencil, to the rubber eraser, to the metal band holding the eraser to the yellow paint, no one person knows how to make a complete pencil.
But how are you to get that balance?
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
How is the mare?
And they will see how this information will be used to better the lives of other people in very real ways.
Then the scientific race of the century was on, with this goal: to figure out how DNA conveyed genetic information.
How many times had people commented on his wealth?
How long would it take for him to tire of it?
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
So you wondered how he got that much money.
You know how stubborn you are about not doing business with dishonest people.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
Carmen, how long has she had this fever?
How much is it, Dad?
How is she this morning?
How are you holding up?
How will she get here from the airport?
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him - how much she wished he was there, but he might jump in the truck and travel dangerous highways.
The nurse would have no way of knowing how uncharacteristic this behavior was for Destiny.
How did you get here?
Where it is written how we are to make a child?
"How is Destiny?" he asked.
How will he get there?
Maybe he was impressed with how quickly Jonathan improved.
The big question was how to end it.
How could he be so calm about it?
Katie said she should confront him when he did that - tell him how it made her feel.
It was exactly how she felt.
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
Yet, no matter how many times she tried to reassure herself of that, she remained concerned.
How long are you going to put up with this?
You want me to think of all this as ours, but how can I when you insist that the problems are all yours?
How did having a son become a financial issue?
How old is he?
I can only imagine how difficult this is for you.
Probably because he didn't know how to handle the situation - and Alex always wanted to be in control.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
How can you say that?
You know how I feel.
How much does a gallon of milk weigh?
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.
It won't make any difference to you whether they are adopted or biological - not in how much you love them or how you treat them.
"I wonder if this is how he felt," he mused to himself.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
Isn't it strange how babies can draw people together?
Maybe that was how it was in any marriage.
Felipa and Alondra see how it is with Carmen.
I see how it is with your children.
That's how I was raised.
How did you feel?
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
That explains how you treated Katie, but what about Felipa and Alondra - and even Dulce?
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
How old is the girl?
It was hard to explain how her beauty was different than so many others, but it was.
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
How embarrassing it must be for him.
How have you been, Len?
How would you feel if...
How do you figure I owe you anything?
I remembered how isolated these roads were, but I forgot how dangerous they were.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
Five years hadn't changed the wild hills of Madison County, but she had forgotten how truly remote the area was.
The movement brought a painful awareness of how stiff her muscles were becoming.
His moods flipped back and forth so fast it was hard to know how he would respond to anything.
She ate in silence, wondering how she could manage the hike to the car.
Apparently this was a favorite haunt for Giddon... and how many others?
How could he take advantage of her that way?
How about $250 a week - plus room and board?
He hadn't thought about a sitter before now, or hadn't thought about how much he would pay?
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
If you absolutely insist on doing this, at least leave me instructions on how to get there... and a phone number where you can be reached.
You finally learned how to smile again.
Is it all right if I call Lisa now and then to see how she's doing?
How could she have been such a fool?
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
I never realized how lonely my mother was until you came.
How did you know where to find me?
Surely you have time off as well, otherwise, how would you have time to come all the way out here.
How did you know where I was working?
Why had he come to this house, and how did he know the way?
His remark about how she looked in the swimsuit made it obvious that he saw her as something more than a baby sitter or maid.
Their gazes met and it struck her how extraordinarily handsome he was.
Still, how could Giddon know?
It was difficult to believe that Connie would tell Allen, knowing his weakness for alcohol, but how else would he have known?
But how could she do that when he was there every day?
How much this time?
Secure in his strong arms, she wondered how she could have suspected him of anything sinister.
I didn't think about how it might affect you if I got hurt out there.
I haven't cooked more than a couple times since you came, and I'm afraid I might forget how.
How about going to a dance tonight?
See how much better this is than walking?
How far do you think we've traveled?
On the way to town, she told Len about the car and how she had come to meet the Giddon family.
How do you like your job?
How could she be so stupid?
How could she have known how he felt?
I was just wondering how to deal with the insurance company when the seller is the owner.
But how could he?
How old was he, anyway?
I didn't realize how much I needed to get out.
How did you know?
I can't imagine how Allen knew.
His somber gaze was alluring – probably because he was unaware of how attractive it was.
How did he know she was getting her car today?
How much had Sarah heard?
I can just imagine how much of that Howard would want to know.
How could she answer them without implicating Yancey?
How are things at the house?
How could anyone who loved so thoroughly be guilty of the things she suspected?
Was that how he found her so quickly?
Do you realize how close you came to running right into a bear?
How responsible was that?
How much had he heard?
Instead, they had talked about the house and how she would assume responsibilities.
How many times have I told you not to leave the house at night in your bare feet?
How about right now?
How... did he... know I... was here?
How did you know I was here.
Then how did he know I was here?
How did you know Allen was looking for me?
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
How long ago did this happen?
Tell me how it happened.
Maybe he didn't realize how bad it was.
How do you propose to stop her?
I should have known how you felt about him.
How could he think she would go along with something so criminal?
Oh, I can understand why you would want to deceive people, I just don't understand how you can involve your family in such a thing – especially Tammy!
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
How can you love a business that could get your family killed.
How could you not know?
How was I to know you would be so inquisitive?
How did you unravel all that?
I don't think she has a clue how irresistible men find her.
But how did you know he wouldn't do something to her to keep his secret.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
I know how she feels.
I was shocked at how harsh reality can be.
But then, I got to thinking how nice it would be if you went along.
He was still a senior in high school, but how would Mom feel if he lived in a house with three women?
Is that why you want to take me up there - to show your mother how ridiculous the thought of any hanky panky is?
How will they feel about an unexpected guest?
And how was she supposed to take that?
How would you like to be my date?
How did you two meet?
So that was how he broke his nose.
Don't you girls know how dangerous it is to be walking at night around here?
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
I know how you like to scrutinize a thing to death.
How could you know?
How could you not know, when he invited you to go see his parents?
I don't know how you keep such a high grade average.
She sighed, remembering how strong-willed his father was.
You know how hard I've worked.
How could she blame him if he wanted to call the marriage off?
Then how do you know?
Do you know how that made me feel?
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
When you went up to visit his parents, how much time did you spend with them, and how much time did you spend on the ranch?
You know how important my career is to me.
Of course, once she had convinced everyone else what a foolish move it would be, how was she going to convince herself that she didn't need Brandon in her life?
How's your mother doing these days?
I don't know how the ranch ever saw a spring without your sunny smile.
But that wasn't how the law would see things.
How could he leave them that way?
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
How many miles had he ridden this morning?
Do you know how to make flap jacks?
How did you get to be so experienced at handling women?
How 'bout you, Davis?
I don't know how to tell you without just blurting it out.
It was amazing how clearly a person could see things when trouble lurked on the horizon.
How could he remain so composed?
How could she tell him without being insulting?
How come he can get familiar and you don't get all huffy?
How come them soldiers wanted you with them?
Probably because I know how they think.
How well did he know her father?
How would they fit into Bordeaux's plans?
How long had it been?
Desire still a hot ember inside of her, she was tempted to set the record straight, but maybe it was best he didn't know how close she had come to giving in.
How could men possibly have a greater desire or need than she had just felt?
How could they get away, leaving such a trail?
How could anyone be right 100% of the time?
Didn't he know how tired she was?
How could he be so cruel?
How far had Bordeaux carried her?
How many miles had they traveled today?
How much did Dad pay you?
How did you know it was yours?
How long would the Indians wait before they realized they had been fooled?
She kept a keen eye out for the same kind of weed and was surprised at how much they found.
Pete allowed as how Bordeaux would take care of you.
How many women had he promised to marry?
Even if he was a Mormon, how could he make plans with this Darcie when he had proposed to her only an hour ago?
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
How could she have fallen in love with Bordeaux, knowing how unfaithful men could be?
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
Did you tell him how you feel?
How did the twins feel about all of this?
I told you how I felt about my father.
How noble of you.
How was I supposed to know you had a thing for Davis?
Be careful how you talk about my sister.
Of course, how could she have been so blind?
I know how much she hated it there.
How long have you been working here?
How could I refuse?
You know how I feel about that sort of thing.
You can't imagine how I've missed the country.
How many times have I offered to let you stay with me - free?
How are things going today?
You know how I am.
How could I enjoy myself knowing he was being tended to and surrounded by strangers?
How long has it been snowing?
She watched him head for the barn and wondered how he could stand being out in the cold all day.
You can't imagine how sore I am.
How long have we been out?
How could she endure the ride?
I know the work is hard and the weather is forbidding at times, but do you know how lucky you are?
How is it going with Scruffy?
Hopefully he had no idea how her heart beat double time occasionally at the strangest things.
You mean you don't know how to dance.
I still don't know how you can stand that cold wind.
How are things going between you and scruffy?
Cindy, how would you like to do some redecorating for me?
I don't know if you realize how expensive it would be.
How often had he watched her sunbathing?
How much do you need?
How the dream began, she couldn't remember but she was in his arms and he was gazing down at her, his expression as bland as usual.
How could it get any better?
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
How sad that his smile was so rare.
How could he betray her trust so utterly - for the sole purpose of proving a point to Claudette?
Did Cade even know how to be romantic?
How she would have welcomed a loving hug or kiss from him.
She was wrong, all right - and she had no idea how wrong she was.
How did she get herself into predicaments like this?
Cade knew how to be a friend, even if he didn't know what to say.
How many times do I have to tell you?
How about a few chickens instead?
So, how's scruffy doing?
I didn't notice how far I was wandering this evening.
Funny how little things like that could stay in a person's thoughts for hours.
How could it be so cold during an electrical storm?
How could she have allowed this to happen?
How many times had she sworn she would never do that with anyone but her husband?
It depended on how a person looked at it.
How's that for squirming out of a leading question?
How could he know she had become serious about him?
I don't know how I got into this situation in the first place.
How much lower could she sink?
How could she blame him when she had offered no resistance?
I don't know how it happened.
You've gained some valuable experience about how things can get out of control so quickly.
If he refrained from making advances, how could she know if she was capable of resisting him?
Occasionally they ran across small herds of cattle and she began to realize how large his ranch actually was.
How did he manage to keep everything in such good condition?
It was a good thing Cade was with her, because she had no idea how to get back to the house.
There were more important things to think about at the moment - like how she was going to support a baby on her meager wages.
How was she going to feed a baby?
How could she give the baby up?
How could anyone love the baby the way she could?
How did you get this?
And how did you determine that?
Don't you know how bad that hurt?
How could you think I would turn away my own child?
Then I started worrying about how I was going to take care of the baby and how much it would miss because I didn't have the money to...
If you'd only said something - told me how you felt.
After that I got to thinking how nice it would be if I had someone to cook me a meal every day.
You can't believe how many cold showers I've taken.
It was amazing how a baby could put love in so many hearts.
It was strange how he could blush at praise, but watch with unabashed interest while she nursed their child.
It's almost ludicrous what ultimately evolved to how it began.
He was like a boarder, or maybe the visiting brother-in-law you want to kick out but don't know how.
How does he stay active?
How does he support himself?
How I missed the fresh air and country scenes any painter would utilize his entire palette to capture.
Next, you'll tell me you've forgotten how to do dishes too.
How would I know if you were lying?
Tell him how sorry I am, and tell him you weren't hurting me.
How did you know that?
"How?" my soul mate contradicted.
How about approaching this scientifically?
In her brief absence I described how Howie squirmed and twisted while sleeping.
He nodded his head and asked how long he slept.
No matter how life-like they are, they have to be visions your mind is creating, as mundane they seem to be.
How many times have any of us been involved in an event remotely exciting?
How I love the open country, away from city police and cameras at every intersection.
Think how much worse you'd feel if the town you visualized really existed.
How well did you know him?
How old was she when she died?
How come I never heard about this?
Then I busted his chops how he wouldn't be able to, I don't know, relate.
I can imagine how he'd react.
How old was Howie?
How many seventeen year old virgins do you know?
How did you learn about the name change?
How do you know?
"How old is this building," I asked.
"How about Croft's Feed," I asked, remembering another name.
I really want to pursue this, but I don't know how.
I'm sure if he sees how important this is to you, he'll relent.
How could I decline without sounding like a total turd?
Of course I agreed though I had no idea how I'd accomplish the task and dreaded even trying.
I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.
I know how you feel.
I don't see how they could.
We're working to determine how large a part it represents.
How does this relate to how our brains work?
How do you want to work this?
No, nor does Quinn have any idea how or why they are occurring in the first place.
Just don't tell us how you do it.
I know I'm pigheaded but I can't tell you how much I appreciate how you all embrace this with only my word.
Don't ask me how; I just know it.
"I can't even conceive how monumental this is," my wife said.
Granted, we have to plan how to best make it public but.
It's like how Annie died, isn't it?
It described how Timothy's mother had left her son in their enclosed yard to answer a phone call.
I just know I'll burst into tears or not know how to answer if they ask questions.
I don't care how frightening it will be, I want to go ahead.
How can we be sure Howie is always right?
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
I can't sleep thinking how we're wasting this incredible gift Howie has.
He later related how incredibly difficult it was to watch that happen and be powerless to intercede.
"How much money do you have, Howie?" asked Martha, the most outspoken of our group.
"How about this," I offered.
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
How could I expect more?
How could they have seen me?
Look; I won't ask you how; I don't think I want to know.
So how about it?
I don't know how you're doing what you do but I got a strong feeling if I keep an open mind, good things will happen.
I explained how an Agent connected my call to the Delaware murder of Marcia Stonehurst.
How do we stop him from tracking us down?
Howie wouldn't discuss the matter but we could only guess how he felt.
You won't know if the source is male or female, old or young, from the east or west or how long the tips will keep coming.
You won't know how many people are involved or how the information is obtained.
We could use your help on how we remain anonymous.
How high up are you talking about?
I told him I had no idea how you accomplished what you did but you were a crystal ball of an asset to us.
He dabbed a bloody cuticle as we discussed how to handle the call.
How many of you are there?
I have no idea how they do it but if my money helps to save lives; it is being put to good use.
You must want more from us; at least knowledge of whom we are and what exactly we do and how we do it.
How can you trust us?
How can this be?
How are classes going?
It's just so overwhelming I don't know how else to react.
I don't see how these calls could be tagged back to us.
Simply not knowing how the information is known doesn't assign the solution to the occult.
"Only to see how it plays out," I answered.
How would we do it?
Finally, Howie reluctantly agreed to wait a couple of days and see how the situation played out.
If we thought Howie was upset over the Youngblood matter, it was arsenic versus ice cream compared to how enraged he was over a challenge to his ability.
How could we prove what Howie had seen?
All in all, we were getting along admirably well considering how much time we spent in each other's company.
"I never did know how he got in the house he moved so silently," Howie told us later.
He'll know he wasn't identified by any normal means but he won't have a clue how you do it or what capabilities you possess.
I don't know how the others kept a straight face but I pulled out a handkerchief, pretending to blow my nose.
That would give him a heads-up on how much credibility we put on the so-called psychic tipster.
How do you figure?
How did you know who I was?
How do you recognize him?
How does that happen?
How do you find individual cases?
The episode proved how easy it was to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
While I hadn't formulated in my mind how to tackle the problem, I resolved to attack it one on one and keep animosity at bay.
How old are you, Brenda?
How do I explain what I don't know to strangers?
How could he find her?
How did the call center respond to the flood of interest?
How are the other people who answer the tip lines taking it?
That's how long my little prize remained with me until my darling succumbed to the trials and tribulations of life on the road, with me.
"How do you know it was the same person who killed the others who killed that poor woman in Omaha?" she asked.
How about it if I give you a chance to put your public straight?
How could I convince my reading public I heard it from the horse's mouth?
How many cases has she been involved in?
How could a person keep their sanity under those circumstances?
She was never quite sure how to respond to Martha's candor though the two continued to be best of friends.
He failed to discuss his itinerary but commented freely on how he'd enjoyed the weekend.
I don't understand how we could have missed him.
Could you tell how badly he was hurt?
Mr. Cooms didn't involve the police so I don't know how we'd check the area clinics or doctors.
I tried to think how I'd make such a request without getting Merrill Cooms' right hand man in trouble.
How're you doing, Tommy?
This is phone is a throw away but I'm not even sure how good it is.
But if I went elsewhere, how would I explain a gunshot wound?
And how do you know this?
I wasn't sure how to respond.
I asked before I realized how accusatory the question sounded.
I know what Howie and you guys do though God knows, I don't know how.
How did we get into this mess?
I don't know how candid you can be with Julie.
I was tongue tied, at a loss how to respond.
"How did it go, boss?" my wife asked.
How about if I write a piece about her other life?
I'll write it in general terms, speculating on how difficult it is to maintain both lives, operating one incognito.
She asked, a smile in her voice, "How's the weather in Idaho?"
While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.
How do you suppose that makes him feel?
I had an idea how it made him feel.
I then asked, "How is it going out there?"
After a pause, Irv asked how much?
Naw. I just wanted to know how much I left on the table.
My boss was going make me send a form letter back to each of them until she saw how many nuts there were out there.
We have to question Julie about exactly how much detail she put in her entry.
How do you know, Honey?
How do you know she wished she hadn't sent it?
Baby Claire helped too, by taking her turn by demanding attention while I spent the time worrying about how I could protect the nest of fragile souls under my care.
How about doing it?
"How's everyone else?" he asked.
She sounded subdued and whispered as she asked how Molly was doing.
How do we get protection without going public?
There's more than one but how many?
How did he act strangely?
Quinn yawned in a show of how exhausted he was after what he considered this time-wasting chore I'd assigned.
How would he even know Julie existed?
How did you do on the attempted break-in at Ethel Reagan's place?
How is Howie taking it?
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