How Sentence Examples
How did you know you loved him?
How long had Morino lived in America?
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.
How shall I write of my mother?
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He knew how to work with his hands.
How did he always manage to do that?
How would we do it?
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
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Will you show me how to do that?
How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
How can this be?
First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are.
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.Advertisement
Actually, it was how my family always celebrated Christmas.
How proud mamma will be of her brave boy!
How old was he, anyway?
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
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How can it be said that trade actually generates wealth?
How is she this morning?
How long would these mind games go on?
How can you trust us?
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Let's look at how this happened.
How many of you are there?
How are classes going?
It looks easy enough, now that Bob has shown how it is done.
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 can we be sure Howie is always right?
How many of them have filed for unemployment since they graduated?
But how do you do?
How is Destiny doing?
How did you get here?
I know the work is hard and the weather is forbidding at times, but do you know how lucky you are?
How could she endure the ride?
You mean you don't know how to dance.
You saw how he was.
How long would it take for him to tire of it?
How is it going with Scruffy?
How could I expect more?
How do we stop him from tracking us down?
How long have we been out?
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.
It makes no difference how they feel.
How did you know where I was working?
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.
I don't understand how we could have missed him.
It did her good to see how the braided man's eyes sparkled when he received this treasure.
Hopefully he had no idea how her heart beat double time occasionally at the strangest things.
How could it get any better?
I'm sure if he sees how important this is to you, he'll relent.
How did you free him?
Once we have identified it, we can understand how it is going about doing its damage.
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!
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.
Finally, Howie reluctantly agreed to wait a couple of days and see how the situation played out.
How long could she live like this, drinking someone else's blood?
Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.
Even with all his powers, his armies, his ability to read minds, he didn't know how to make things right with her.
How are you, Darian?
I would teach you how to draw pictures of sheep and horses, and even of men, said the stranger.
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.
How embarrassing it must be for him.
How does that happen?
How did the call center respond to the flood of interest?
How are you feeling?
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.
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 could she blame him for wanting to smile?
I don't think she has a clue how irresistible men find her.
Probably because I know how they think.
I don't know if you realize how expensive it would be.
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
How did you know who I was?
How do you find individual cases?
I don't see how.
I don't know how you do it, boss.
She tried to assess how many there might be.
How many has he killed?
You cannot begin to imagine how long I've waited for this night and what I've done to make sure it happens as it must.
And I can't wait for Jonny to figure out how to do his job.
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
My, how things change.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
Damian had been considering how to help Sofia adjust.
You know how hard it was for her to tell you that? his closest friend snapped.
Almost as bad, how many others had died from the treachery of a single Guardian?
How many Guardians had he lost this year alone?
How many humans were dead because he lacked the strength to face his instincts?
Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.
How did you alert them?
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
She'd seen how hungry he was last night.
How many days, months, years had she prayed for a miracle like the one in her hand?
I know how good you are.
Was this how Darkyn knew how to make deals?
It was a tragic love story, one she knew the end to and dreaded seeing how it came to be that way.
How did you convince Darkyn to stop?
That's how it is.
How about if I did something really bad?
She explained how a Bird Song guest, Brandon Westlake, who was a first-class photographer, had given her pointers.
More precisely, we will probably teach machines to teach themselves how to process it for us and surface findings to us.
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.
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!
Did you tell him how it makes you feel?
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
How many times had people commented on his wealth?
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
How have you been, Len?
Instead, they had talked about the house and how she would assume responsibilities.
How far had Bordeaux carried her?
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 was I supposed to know you had a thing for Davis?
Be careful how you talk about my sister.
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?
You can't imagine how sore I am.
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?
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
I had an idea how it made him feel.
How can we get to that mall!
Dusty gazed at him, sensing how much he loved his sister and how hurt he was by his own actions.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
Not sure how, when you've been nagging me for thousands of years.
Dusty didn't say what they both knew, that Darian's attempt to save the world broke something they didn't know how to fix.
He'd drilled her in how to use and control her gift.
She'd learned self-defense by the age of eleven and how to shoot a gun when she was twelve.
You know how to defend yourself, and you can turn even a man into a rock with your magic.
How he wished he had his power!
He hadn't expected her to know how to fight.
She'd always been grateful to him for accepting her and her gift, but he'd always refused to tell her what exactly he was and how he seemed to be able to read her mind sometimes.
And how did she stomach the thought of her father doing such a thing to someone?
She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.
How's everything on your side of the world?
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
He's been explaining how things work to me, Jonny said, blinking out of his thoughts.
Train him how to run his own operatives.
His senses tingled, and he dwelled on how his defensive powers almost seemed to work when nothing else did.
How'd you get out?
The guardsman struck with nonchalance that told Jule just how much he was being underestimated.
She pushed him back down, showing him just how unprepared he was to deal with anything.
She'd never before wondered how or why he knew so much about fighting.
She wondered how many other men had been killed by the clean, neatly aligned weapons in the armory.
He was hurt" she rushed on, not wanting to admit how, "but he's safe for now."
I guess I watched too many movies about spies to know how they really work.
Jenn snorted, wondering how she explained there was only one vamp in an entire organization of inhuman blood suckers that gave her the creeps.
He'd never been human, and he had no idea how long it took for a human body to heal.
The sensations whipped through him, reminding him how human he really was.
I can't describe how strange this is, Father.
I guess I'd forgotten how many there were.
Do you know how I can regain my Original power?
Yully spent the drive north learning how to manipulate her father's magics with his patient tips as guidance.
She tested it as she walked to see how much effort it would take to control.
We'll see just how strong your bond to him is.
You Guardians don't understand how to bargain.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
How may I direct your call? a pleasant voice answered.
The two Guardians looked at each other, neither certain how to respond.
How long will you be coaching in my territory?
While surprised to see him there, she was struck by how well Jake fit in with the other men.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
How many Naturals you have in Tucson?
Tell me, love, just how powerful are you?
Does she understand how important her gift is?
You figure out how to train one?
She stared at the sunbeams moving across the ceiling, not remembering where she was or how she arrived.
How many people lived to hear they'd died?
That can be an issue when you don't know how to fight.
Sofia fled to her room, amazed at how good she felt.
She backed away from his door, wondering how that deviant thought emerged.
I think I can teach myself how to keep from seeing deaths whenever I touch someone.
She had no idea how his world operated!
He was dressed again all in black, a color that should have minimized his size but just amplified how ripped he was beneath the clothing.
The tick in his jaw belied how tightly his teeth were clamped.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
Sofia didn't have time to plot how to approach her.
Han says she's progressing pretty quickly, though since none of us know how to train her, it's hard to tell.
No, Damian, you couldn't have known how twisted she was.
If he had, how many thousands of lives would have been saved?
How good was a Defender of Humanity who purposely looked away from something that led to so many deaths?
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
He'd been as gentle with her as he'd known how, and still she suffered under the weight of the visions.
I don't know how you know this, but I stopped asking questions awhile ago.
Sofia recalled how much her first meeting with him had scared her.
She tried not to let it affect her but suspected by his look of satisfaction that he saw how quickly her face changed colors.
I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did.
How had he ever turned a blind eye to her?
Any hope she'd had of them not understanding how different she was died.
How does that work, Sofia? he challenged in a husky tone.
Damian regarded him, reminded again how fortunate he was to have friends like his.
In hindsight, he wondered how he'd ever been fooled or why he'd settle for Claire when there was someone like Sofia out there, who'd love him for him and not for his title.
He didn't remember what made the scars, and he didn't realize how many there were.
He'd found his way out, but he wasn't sure how.
He didn't know how to leave the underground prison, or he'd take her outside to see them.
Jule laughed, looking at her to see how she'd take it.
See how that works, Dusty?
What I didn't say was how you can be used against him.
He didn't remember how he got it, and he doubted it'd been there before kiri put it there hours before.
How sick was the man who kept his former enemy as a slave?
Is this how you train 'em in the eastern hemisphere?
How long would it take Gabriel to find her and rescue her?
Uncertain how to explain things, she turned and swept her pink-dyed hair from her back to show him the mating mark.
She shivered, not wanting to imagine what Darkyn was capable of or how hard it might be to outmaneuver him to leave Hell.
You should not make deals, until you learn how, Zamon said sternly.
How do I learn?
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
His nearness rattled her senses in a way that reminded her of how she felt around Gabriel.
But, if an Immortal or human or deity corners you, and you aren't able to summon me, you need to know how to defend yourself, Darkyn started.
Deidre couldn't understand the relationship and how permanent he claimed it was.
Need was thick in her body, an inhuman craving she knew now how to satisfy.
Physically at ease with him, she nonetheless had no idea how to talk to a lover who was neither one she chose nor human.
Her face warmed at how desperate she'd been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.
You see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
She'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how her impending death forced her to decide whether she wanted to live or mourn.
How did they not have emotions when she saw signs of them?
At the reminder, she looked away, uncertain how to handle her newest foray into the weirdness that was the Immortal world.
She wanted to slap him, more because he was making it obvious how right Darkyn was.
He taught me how to kill someone, by the way, she added.
Was that how he became the Dark One?
He hadn't killed her, because of the bonds and a deal she made without knowing how important it was.
How do you know about that?
I won't make any deals this trip if you teach me how when I return.
Uncertain how to respond, Deidre laughed uncomfortably at the amount of bewilderment his question contained.
How did she accept her destiny as his mate?
How strongly do you feel?
Any thought she had of trying to make it here faded whenever she saw the desert or thought about how Darkyn manipulated her.
She recalled how his former right hand dealer had turned traitor.
Darkyn gave her the power to seduce without the knowledge on how to turn off its effects, if it was even possible.
She recalled how much he loved to conquer.
How many were here?
She wasn't certain how he could say such a thing about the woman who gave up everything for him.
You can't understand that or how I feel.
Use it how you will.
You know this how?
It had nothing to do with you or how I felt.
I don't know how to explain it.
Anyway, I saw how Darkyn was created from a lowborn demon scorned by others because he was smaller.
I saw how you were created from a seventeen-year-old boy who wanted nothing more than for your mistress to love you.
There were days when you hated the fact you did love her, and there were days when she almost walked away from you for good, because she hated that she couldn't control how she felt, Deidre continued.
She wasn't sure how she got it out.
How is this different?
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
How did you lose your deal? she asked Zamon.
I guess I wanted to see how you're faring.
How can I help you?
You know I couldn't figure out how to turn on the shower?
I won't tell you how fascinating I find kitchen appliances.
How can you be so … nice?
If you were alive, I wanted to see if you had any … advice about how to deal with Gabriel.
I've been trying to think of how to do that.
Deidre couldn't help wondering how the woman was able to ask such favors after hurting her so badly.
The part of you that makes him forget how grey his world is.
How do you know this?
Um, I guess you know how to call me if you need anything.
She was the last to lose hope, and it was being forced to see how out of place she was in Gabriel's equation that finally broke her resolve.
It was difficult to hear how easily he'd evaluated and cornered her to get her to Hell.
She shivered, unaware just how close she'd been to dying by his hands.
He was relaxed, and it struck her how different he was with her in bed compared to outside their room.
I do not understand how you feel as you do.
She assessed that – for the first time – he wasn't entirely certain how to react.
How is my little fruit bat doing?
I'm trying to figure out how I can want to be with him but not stomach what he does as the Dark One.
Curious to see how the girl was, Deidre walked three doors down and paused.
Is this how you talk to your father?
Selyn crowded her, almost tripping them both by how close she was.
Deidre looked from Harmony to Selyn, wishing she knew how to diffuse the situation in a way that Selyn was able to escape.
How often had she heard how dangerous abandoned mines were?
He went to the sink and began attacking the pile of dirty dishes as he pondered how they would tell the young girl her world was about to flip upside down.
How come I don't have a say?
I can't sit here and tell you how things will work out with your mother.
How about we go into Montrose this afternoon and buy a real suitcase?
She looked up at her husband as he began to dress "It's as if she's done something wrong and wants to talk about it but doesn't know how."
Dean just smiled, wondering how Ginger and Joseph would know where brother and sister-in-law were if they themselves hadn't lied like the proverbial rug and done the exact same thing as the pair they were accusing.
How did you meet daddy?
How should I know?
How about taking care of her?
How much did you see?
How good she was?
How did you get the call?
I know she's her mother, but how could anyone put a child in harm's way like that?
And how could the state be so stupid to let it happen?
God, how did I get in this mess?
He just wished his stepfather would be more forthcoming about the nature of his concern so he'd know how to help.
How would you like working with a slug who couldn't keep his hands off your boobs every time no one was looking and grabbed your ass whenever he damned well pleased?
How did you take the news?
His only comment of note was that Patsy, while obviously exhausted, seemed especially cheerful— "pleased with herself" was how he'd described her.
They came in a flat green tin—fifty of 'em. That's how they got the name.
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
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?
How much is it, Dad?
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.
Where it is written how we are to make a child?
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?
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?
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.
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?
Felipa and Alondra see how it is with Carmen.
I see how it is with your children.
That's how I was raised.
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.
How do you figure I owe you anything?
I remembered how isolated these roads were, but I forgot how dangerous they were.
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 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.