Maybe Sentence Examples

Maybe he should see a doctor.

Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.

Maybe something was wrong all along.

But maybe as a civilization, we have to talk out loud to figure out where we stand, to make progress.

Maybe they knew what kind of bait to throw out.

Maybe that was the problem.

Maybe his father favored boys.

Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.

Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.

Maybe he was simply tired.

You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; maybe you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.

Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.

I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.

Maybe a little levity would help.

Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.

Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.

Maybe we should go home.

It's old, maybe as old as him.

Maybe he was trying to protect her, but more likely he was simply trying to conceal the problem.

Maybe it was inevitable at that point that some spark would set off the powder keg of Europe.

Maybe this is dawning on us.

Maybe getting away from Dulce had helped.

Some day maybe I will find someone like Alex.

Maybe he felt that way too.

Maybe it was good for them - I don't know, but I don't think it's going to be good for you - or Alex.

Maybe she wasn't happy with the way her parents lived.

Maybe she thought you would deny it was yours.

Maybe she couldn't make the ugly beast go away completely, but she had learned to control it.

Maybe if I'd been with them...

If you drink any more of that stuff, you'll pass out and maybe bleed to death inside.

Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.

Maybe so, but you did.

Then again, maybe he was being sued.

Now that the truth was out, maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to live in the same apartment now.

Maybe that was what he had been so preoccupied with lately.

His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.

I know you would stand beside me - maybe even in front of me with the intent of protecting me.

Maybe it had something to do with his investments.

Maybe it wasn't Dulce he was going to see.

Maybe that was why his response lacked the usual mocking humor.

Maybe because he went into hiding from his family.

Maybe because she didn't want to think about it then.

Maybe they thought she never knew.

Maybe a little time to yourself is a good idea.

Maybe Connie wouldn't be at home.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe I'll just do that!

Maybe she could make a silver lining here, protecting the innocent.

This felt like another of his tests or maybe, his way of closing another door.

I mean, you're in Hell maybe even being torn to pieces every day and you're being kind to me.

Maybe someone had accidentally summoned her, and she wasn't about to have yet another confrontation today.

Maybe she was stretching her behavior to the limit, like a slingshot—pulling it tight until it snapped back, with stinging pain.

Maybe I gave him a swat on his diaper when he was a toddler, but I never really hit him.

Or maybe she just wants to prove to herself someone actually loves her enough and cares about her enough to punish her.

Maybe something to do with her mother—like her mother mistreats her or beats her?

But if there's more on your mind, maybe it's something we can help you with.

I got thinking if his head was busted, then maybe somebody busted it for him and got away with it.

Nobody knows where the man is and even if he's been in there a long, long time, someone must care about him, or at least maybe did back then, when it happened.

Then she added, her slight smile fading, "Maybe we can teach him to sing—if he has a reason to."

Well, maybe your buddy Jake Weller came running when you yelled hide-and-seek, but I don't.

Once we have a sheriff's salary coming in, maybe we can add a little to their budget—until they get settled.

Maybe that's why you were so damn quick to be willing to take less than fifty percent of the land!

If this here skull wasn't broken, maybe someone would think it was the real McCoy—at least in the dark or from a distance.

Maybe someone gave us 'the finger' only this time it isn't an insult.

Maybe, but he strikes me as a more direct type—not someone who'd pull off a stunt like that.

Maybe some miner lost his finger and when they rushed him to a doctor the severed piece was lost.

He could lie and tell them he was a police officer or sheriff and maybe squeeze some tidbit of information about recently released mom Patsy, but surely Fitzgerald would find out and tank his election ambitions, if those aspirations weren't already six feet under.

The warmth of the evening chased out Bird Song's guests—all non-dieters probably queuing up for ice cream, or maybe simply promenading the Victorian village streets as alpenglow painted the surrounding peaks in pink.

Maybe by the next time Martha calls, we can tell her we know the identity of Mr. Bones.

Maybe if you'd all got to know each other better, you'd have become bosom buddies.

Maybe I've got it all wrong, and he wasn't listening at all—just staring at my boobs, and pretending to listen—but to me, it was what I was looking for.

Nothing. Maybe turn it over to some public trust so it remains unspoiled.

But if it was some guy who took advantage of a high school kid, maybe he got what he deserved.

Before you start following the poor woman like in a James Bond movie, maybe we should give the entire Dawkins clan a rest.

Maybe Martha's coming back and the woman just wanted to know if we've been told!

I was sure you'd whack the son of a bitch and maybe kill him and I didn't want to be a jailhouse widow and run Bird Song alone.

She didn't want to talk whilst I was there, figuring maybe the line was tapped or something.

Maybe that Ridley Pearson mystery I'm working on and a tooth brush.

David Dean harbored serious doubts about leaving Lydia Larkin's apartment without either contacting the police or calling an ambulance—or maybe a lawyer.

Weller added, "Maybe Lydia reported that business to Denver and that's why Fitzgerald got recalled."

Maybe I should turn the whole business over to you now that you're back.

Maybe 'metalman' is some sheet metal worker or some heavy metal rocker.

It wasn't coming out the way she practiced it, maybe because Gabriel was sitting close enough that she wanted to lean against him instead of the bed and place his large hands on the parts of her body hidden by clothes.

Or maybe explain why you didn't even tell me before seeking him out?

Maybe Darkyn is still pissed at me for breaking into Hell to rescue our friends a few months ago.

Perhaps when she lost her soul at the end of the week or maybe, if she could help him recover his underworld, she'd tell Gabriel then.

Maybe Gabe was right; maybe this was partially her fault for breaking too many Immortal Laws at once.

Maybe there's a backdoor or someone she knows in Hell who can help you.

Maybe the secret could wait until they had built a better foundation.

Or maybe, like he really had loved her through the millennia they were together.

It was going to be hard, maybe even harder than finding his soul in the underworld, but the opportunity was theirs for the taking.

But then, maybe she felt that way because she knew he was financially responsible.

On the other hand, maybe his personality was what made him an accomplished salesman.

Maybe it was a relationship that was difficult for the modern wife to understand.

Maybe that was what inspired her to come back to get her daughter.

Maybe it was merely love that made her view him that way, but considering all the second and third glances he got from other women, she doubted it.

Maybe she should go home and eat with Alex, but it was nice simply enjoying some time alone.

Maybe you would have lost her anyway, but at least we would have had some joy for a while.

Maybe it would be best if Lori spoke to them about this only through an attorney.

He had red hair and drove a blue truck – I think maybe an old Ford, but it might have been a Chevy.

If she hadn't screamed, maybe the man would have taken what he wanted and left.

Maybe she should be ashamed for thinking such a thing.

Maybe she was spooked tonight, but long ago she had learned to listen to that instinct... gut feeling, some might call it.

Maybe a bad piece of information did lead to the deaths of millions.

Maybe you are having a little water gain, but you look great.

He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.

Maybe he didn't want anyone else to know.

Natalie needed little encouragement - or maybe it was because Carmen was a little more relaxed and experienced.

Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.

Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.

Maybe it's something a person understands better when he becomes a father.

If Lisa was involved with both Spencer and Mertz, maybe she was an informant for Spenser.

Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?

They knew about the break up and maybe they thought she knew about the drugs.

Maybe Nick and Angela would like to go with her to visit the old place in the mountains after she graduated.

The antidepressants didn't help that much, but maybe they were responsible for the fact that she had not lost control yet.

Maybe a vacation would be good right now, but don't go back there.

Maybe that was a good sign.

Maybe Howard had been involved in an investigation.

Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.

Maybe when she got back she could replace her old one.

Maybe that would change, but it would take a while.

Maybe the mother and sister didn't exist.

Maybe... but something about him rang true – mostly the part that he had saved her life.

Maybe he only maintained the house for someone else.

Maybe it was hunger or the pleasant company.

Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.

Maybe he regretted extending the offer of help.

Maybe he thought the stick would be useless.

Maybe it would, but it was something.

Maybe it wouldn't work.

Maybe he was angry.

Maybe he wouldn't bite, but he'd certainly take advantage of her.

Maybe what I needed was someone to kick me to my feet.

Maybe there was a way out of this yet.

It was something else... maybe the mystery?

Maybe it was as Giddon had feared.

Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.

Maybe it was the intrigue, or maybe it was that gut feeling that something wasn't as it appeared.

Maybe that pathway merely led to a barn.

And maybe he wasn't trying to keep her from seeing the barn.

Well... Yancey, maybe you're the one I should be careful about.

Maybe he was merely angry because she had gone wandering in the woods after he had warned her against it.

Maybe he figured she had learned her lesson.

Well, maybe we both did a little.

Maybe he's in some witness protection program.

Maybe he was going to show her he could be a nice guy too.

Maybe she should have told Len about the exchange.

Maybe Connie had responded.

Maybe the letter had been intercepted.

Maybe Yancey would be more careful in the future about using the threat of bears as a method of keeping Lisa away from that building.

Maybe that was a lead Howard could use.

Maybe if you took some pictures from the house and put them in your room.

Maybe it would help her remember who she was.

Maybe she shouldn't go back to the Giddon home.

Maybe she could act like she didn't notice it was him.

Maybe it would hurt Sarah's feelings less if she simply told the truth.

Maybe if he saw that she didn't go near the building, he would relax his guard.

Peeking through the trees were some gray rocks – maybe a bluff.

Or maybe she had a suspicious mind.

Maybe he didn't like to walk, but he was certainly good at it – and capable of stealth.

Maybe so, but there have been many people attacked by bears - mostly black bears.

Maybe that was the attraction she felt for people like Yancey and Allen.

Maybe it was because Allen was younger, or because Yancey had a child.

Maybe there was nothing going on, but gut instinct said there was a story here – something big.

Break every stick of furniture in the house, maybe, but not hit her.

Maybe you should come home.

Maybe she should be, at that.

Maybe he had more information he didn't want to give over the phone with Yancey listening.

She simply wasn't looking at it – or maybe for it.

Maybe he didn't want a permanent relationship.

No matter what happened, he would always be more than a fond memory - maybe a first love.

Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.

Maybe next time Sarah went shopping... and Yancey wasn't at home.

Maybe he didn't know what to do, or that she needed help.

I don't know – maybe thirty minutes ago.

Maybe he didn't realize how bad it was.

Maybe he was glad Allen had been exposed and he had not.

So did I. Maybe you feel like we both betrayed your trust.

And maybe Yancey wasn't either.

Maybe she should pack her things tomorrow, and leave.

Maybe he was shipping drugs inside sculptures.

Yes. Maybe she was in the house.

Maybe she had misjudged his intent.

Maybe he had no idea she had been there.

Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion.

Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.

Maybe he was making something up for their benefit.

Maybe I would have if you hadn't retracted it as soon as you said it.

Maybe it would be wise to separate the two at times.

Maybe that's part of her charm.

Maybe a bowl of cereal would help.

Maybe his mood had more to do with feeling unappreciated.

Maybe she should accept a few dates now and then.

Maybe he didn't like competition.

In the mean time, maybe if she stopped running, he'd stop chasing.

Maybe accepting a date would be the perfect way to end this one-sided relationship.

Maybe so, but what does she eat?

Maybe they had time to get over the shock.

Then again, maybe you didn't miss anything at all.

I thought maybe you could look at him.

Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.

If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.

Maybe you should let me drive.

It should be done now, but... maybe an hour?

Maybe it wasn't necessary to say anything.

Maybe that's what it means, maybe not.

Or maybe driving the family wagon in for supplies or . . .

That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.

Maybe Pete didn't like your cooking.

Maybe he wasn't a saddle bum, but only a greenhorn would think he could live off the barren land that surrounded them.

If women weren't attracted to them, maybe men could control themselves.

Maybe Bordeaux had already talked to him.

I thought maybe you were sick this morning when I saw Bordeaux harnessing your mules.

Maybe he was angry, or maybe he was busy scouting.

Maybe it was Bordeaux.

Maybe it was time to go home.

Anyway, maybe he decided not to come back.

Maybe you'd like to stick around here for a while to see if they show up.

Then again, maybe it was Pete.

Maybe it was nobody at all.

She must have let her shoulders droop, or maybe it was her trembling body.

Maybe she could get a little rest while they waited.

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.

Maybe Pete and the guys had reached Ashley by now and a rescue mission was already under way to get them.

Maybe he was hoping she would say no.

Maybe Bordeaux would stay with this woman.

Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.

Maybe the presence of the other two women was why Darcie was so quiet.

Maybe that will ease your conscious.

I'm still not sure why they did - maybe because they had recently lost a lot of their own people.

I thought maybe you were giving me the chance to say no - giving me a chance to save my pride.

Maybe love was like that.

Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.

Maybe he'd rather listen than talk.

On the other hand, maybe it's a good way to avoid trouble.

Somewhere I can have a garden and maybe a horse.

Maybe you could hire on as a nanny at Old Man Taylor's ranch.

Maybe that's not too good an idea after all.

From now on it would be crawl out of bed and cook, clean and then maybe rest a little.

Maybe her favorite would work.

Maybe hearing Mary say it so often had burned it into his brain.

If it doesn't look too complicated, maybe I can fix it.

Well, maybe it does for some people, but not a hard hearted old witch like me.

Or maybe an expression of relief that she wasn't injured?

Maybe he simply wasn't capable of having a relationship deeper than surface friendship.

Maybe so, but I've seen the way you look at him when you forget yourself.

Wild imagination, listening to too many stories, or maybe because I have the ranch.

Maybe I can get back before dark.

Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.

Maybe he would like a few evenings to himself and she was always underfoot.

Unless - Maybe he was upset at being caught picnicking with his housekeeper.

Maybe the stories were true.

Maybe she and Mary were merely his friends.

Maybe that was why Mary seemed so concerned that she would become romantically involved with Cade.

After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.

Maybe he was afraid she would insist he make an honest woman of her.

Maybe she was reacting emotionally.

Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.

Maybe a housekeeper wasn't what he had planned on hiring in the first place.

Maybe it would be a good idea for you to stay out there a while and find the answers.

I mean, you did visit her the night before, and I thought maybe you two were...

I thought maybe that was what you were trying to tell me that day at the hay field.

Maybe I did, subconsciously.

Maybe he would always be that way.

Maybe that was what she found so intriguing about him.

He does something weird with computers, electricity and maybe death rays.

He was like a boarder, or maybe the visiting brother-in-law you want to kick out but don't know how.

Insurance money and maybe the drunk had some money.

Maybe I should go down and apologize.

Maybe he thinks I was in pain; that you were hurting me!

Maybe the dream is a good thing, a peek at the past?

Maybe I'll discuss it in the morning.

You even touched it, maybe saw little green men.

Maybe I'd admit what happened to friends I knew I could trust.

I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.

Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.

Maybe it's just the room itself.

Maybe it's the room.

It's only a four hour trip, maybe.

I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.

There are tests I could conduct that would give us direction and maybe some answers but he refuses to even discuss them.

Maybe now that our newlyweds are in town he'll be more reasonable.

Maybe blubbering will make you sound more credible.

Maybe I can remedy some of them of the ills.

Maybe we can help.

Maybe there's a place with a college so Howie can continue his studies.

I'll miss my class in Boston but maybe I won't get lost someplace smaller.

Maybe we're acting precipitously; as foolish as a kindergartener doing tumble saults.

Maybe now Youngblood would stay out of the news and Howie would back off insisting we take action to stop him.

Maybe he has a girlfriend.

Maybe even welcome it, provided there was absolute confidentiality.

Maybe you should take up a hobby!

Maybe the Buick he was driving as well.

Maybe there's some way to have both; retain our privacy and have an escape identity in case the need ever arises.

She added, "Maybe I'll win that million bucks and go back to school full time."

Maybe I'll bump into the Psychic Tipster and cash in.

Maybe he's waiting to see if we buy her story or the tip that mentioned his facial hair.

The doctors think he somehow traumatized her... maybe with threats against her of her family.

Maybe I should call him myself, just to make sure.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that!

Once in a while, I'm off duty and a call comes to someone else but I think the tipster person maybe knows my hours, 'cause it's rare another girl has to answer.

I thought maybe they had to think about it before they called, but then they practically beg me to pass on the information immediately.

It looks like he killed the parents in broad daylight, in the front yard, maybe in front of the child.

I prayed she'd take my warning seriously and maybe give us some helpful press in the bargin.

If he bails out maybe Betsy will lend me you for a fill-in.

Maybe not on your own for a few years but you'd be welcomed to help with her while I do my house work.

Quinn, who'd been silent during our exchange, spoke up, "Maybe Daniel Brennan can pull in some favors."

Maybe After would be interested in chasing down a well-placed tip.

Could Quinn come along, with his stuff, maybe?

What else do you know about this guy, and maybe others we're trying to chase down?

Maybe the woman is more forgiving now that so much time has passed.

Maybe I was picking up Quinn's problem.

Maybe I should fly out and talk to Howie in person.

So they re-introduced it as chick-wheels so the honeys along the beach could scoop out the surfers and maybe get laid.

Maybe a couple of hundred sold so far, all in California.

Maybe everyone else is hyper to drop everything and hop a plane but I'm not going anywhere!

Maybe you've had enough...

Was he maybe doing time?