How to use Wasn-t in a sentence
Hopefully she wasn't offended.
It wasn't an easy decision.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
He wasn't going to buy it.
I merely said it wasn't fair.Advertisement
It wasn't so bad.
He wasn't a-going to hurt himself.
He wasn't hurt, he interjected.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
That was good, wasn't it?Advertisement
But this wasn't just any trip.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
She had to move a few things to make room, but that wasn't too hard.
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
But he wasn't her concern tonight.Advertisement
Alex wasn't much help, though.
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
I only hope it wasn't poison.
He was senseless; but I knew he wasn't drowned.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.Advertisement
He wasn't gentle then.
But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.
It wasn't my intent to hide anything from you.
I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.
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No, that wasn't what I meant.
Wasn't it fine when those Germans gave us lifts!
It wasn't a case of urging them on, there was no holding them in till we reached the place.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
It wasn't like him to be petty.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
She wasn't contributing money, but she was certainly contributing her share.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
This wasn't the Alex she knew.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.
She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.
Alex wasn't paying a stranger to give him an heir.
Alex wasn't happy right now.
She was glad Howard was there and that her family wasn't.
I wasn't sure who came in.
It wasn't your fault.
Would he prefer she wasn't here when he got back tonight?
It wasn't long before she found the information.
Communicating feelings with Alex wasn't always easy.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
She was beginning to see why Alex wasn't impressed with Señor Medena.
Alex wasn't interested in Dulce.
Alex wasn't buying an heir.
It wasn't in him to do that.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
Still, the romancing was so much a part of him that it was as if he wasn't even Alex.
He could have gone to a nursing home so he wasn't such a burden on his daughter.
The house wasn't the only thing changing, though.
He probably didn't realize she wasn't used to riding.
It wasn't the first time she had done so, but this morning she had run across some curtains and rugs in the attic.
Why that was so important to him, she wasn't sure, and he never explained.
He was silent so long that she decided he wasn't going to answer.
I wasn't flirting with him.
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.
She wasn't actually tired, but reading was relaxing.
She wasn't going to be able to sleep any more.
Was it wishful thinking that made her so certain that he wasn't?
I mean it wasn't like we didn't have the money to buy clothes or anything like that.
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
That meant she would have to drive to town tonight, and she wasn't feeling up to it.
Surely she wasn't going to faint.
It wasn't bad enough she had to pitch her cookies in front of him, now she was going to cry.
But he wasn't fooled.
In the next few minutes she had reason to believe that wasn't his only cause for concern.
If it was a tornado, standing next to glass doors wasn't the smartest thing to do.
I wasn't trying to play macho man.
He probably wasn't even awake enough to know who she was.
It wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
It wasn't his fault.
He wasn't interested in marriage and he didn't want her trying to manipulate him into it.
Maybe a housekeeper wasn't what he had planned on hiring in the first place.
But Mary wasn't fooled.
No wonder he wasn't interested in a wife.
He wasn't the first man she had kissed and she had never considered herself promiscuous with other men.
If that wasn't an option, it was time to leave.
It was the cowards' way out, but right now she wasn't up to confronting him.
She had always wanted children, although this wasn't the way she had intended to start a family.
I wasn't talking about my children.
All that wasn't bad enough, but she had to drag up that old rumor – and I thought you believed it.
It wasn't that I didn't know when things started getting out of control.
If you'll think back, my message was that spending a few nights together wasn't a good reason to get married.
I wanted you to tell me that wasn't your sole reason for wanting to get married.
In many ways he was still a recluse, but he wasn't wrapped up in himself.
Why Quinn wasn't voted the least likely to land the school's prom queen beauty, I'll never know.
It wasn't the scene; it was the fact that it was so incredibly real.
I wasn't as fearful I couldn't come back but I'm still concerned that it will happen every time I try to sleep.
You said it wasn't scary; at least once you knew you weren't trapped back there; that you could wake up and escape back to reality.
I wasn't sure that bit of philosophy got us anywhere.
The phone woke me up, even though it wasn't very loud.
I glanced down, but I wasn't there!
It was obvious no one was aware of me; I wasn't there to any of them.
I bent down to pat a dog but it was like he wasn't there.
I'm sure he meant well, but his lecture wasn't what Howie, and to a lesser extent Betsy, wanted to hear.
Something made me think I wasn't finished with Howie Abbott.
She was abducted and her body wasn't found for six weeks.
He wasn't exactly babysitting... she wasn't that young, but he snuck off someplace and she was taken.
And he wasn't a priest, yet.
It wasn't the same place or time as my earlier dreams.
It was a beautiful morning and there was plenty of time to kill as Howie wasn't schedule to return to the house until late afternoon.
My mind wasn't close to understanding the ramifications.
Given the chance, Martha would have yelled as well, obviously agreeing that suggestion wasn't feasible.
Contrary to the others, my employment wasn't a career and frankly, I didn't enjoy what I was doing.
My rehab wasn't fully covered by insurance and most of the money is in an annuity I draw each month.
I thought he would jump at a chance to devote more time to experimentation even if it wasn't as broad as he wished.
We needed my salary so badly quitting wasn't part of the equation.
I wasn't speeding and I'm far too cautious not to have all my lights operating properly.
It wasn't a fruitful day.
It wasn't so unique to be traceable.
We couldn't do anything because abduction wasn't made public for three days and the child went missing sometime during a twelve hour overnight period.
It wasn't our turn to pin the tail on the donkey.
Absent Martha's soothing voice, Howie wasn't able to drift off until our third try.
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.
The doctors think she was molested, like the others, but she says she wasn't.
She looked up at me, like a child she wasn't.
She just shrugged again, as if it wasn't her concern.
The name wasn't familiar to me.
The conversation was innocuous and she wasn't identified by name.
Wasn't her boss suspicious when she went missing?
I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly.
This was not the first time she wasn't able to assist.
While she wasn't as successful as Martha, it usually ultimately worked.
We could tell by his reaction the news wasn't good.
His mother wasn't doing well and from what we could gather from his vague conversations, she wasn't expected to recover.
I wasn't sure how to respond.
It was the million dollars, wasn't it?
It wasn't like that!
Okay, it wasn't exactly true love but Howie's a nice guy and I would have let him do it even if he wasn't so generous.
It wasn't worded as a question, but kept my fingers crossed so tightly they hurt.
I missed him when he wasn't around.
I wasn't surprised by my wife's quick reaction.
He paused but I wasn't sure I was allowed to comment.
He made a purchase using the card earlier, just to make sure there wasn't a stop order on it.
At a Ramada Inn, only he wasn't really there; just the address he gave.
Martha wasn't doing well staying alone so she asked a bottle of Beefeater to keep her company.
I wasn't a strong believer in coincidences.
A full hour hadn't passed so I hoped it wasn't Daniel Brennan with Molly due back any moment.
It's a relief the monster wasn't responsible for Vermont but I'd feel much better if I knew he didn't break into Julie's place.
I wasn't sure I understood what he was asking and said so.
He was in the area and the police took a good look at him from the information I have but there wasn't enough evidence to charge him.
It wasn't the open road wanderers I envied but the home town golfers; they seemed so content in their pastoral surroundings.
It definitely wasn't our Delabama guy?
She was ready to hang up but I added the sad news Howie's mother, her aunt Rose, wasn't expected to live.
However, she quickly learned that wasn't Howie's main concern.
Howie wasn't tops on my list of favorite people at the moment.
More head shaking but it wasn't enough.
But it wasn't me, thank God.
I've got to tell you, this guy wasn't looking to rip of a TV and the family silver.
That sort of tells me his intention wasn't healthy for whoever he found inside.
It wasn't John Luke Russo!
But Bryce wasn't the one who killed Brenda Washington!
My wife's pronouncement wasn't unexpected.
She wasn't on my list, probably because the police considered the case closed.
I do know the body wasn't found for six weeks.
Record keeping back then wasn't all electronic and paper took up space.
I realized booze wasn't the recommended wash-down with my pain medication but I wasn't driving any farm equipment and I really needed a stiff drink.
Betsy had driven our only car so I wasn't able to drive over there myself.
Unfortunately, the call wasn't from Daniel Brennan.
I xplained Howie wasn't the sharpest blade in the knife drawer and he didn't react well when pressured.
After doubling back and being rewarded with a branch slap on my cheek I realized I wasn't wrong after all; the Pace Arrow was gone!
I wasn't sure if the Pace Arrow motor home had vacated its site or simply was out for an afternoon jaunt.
He wasn't very sociable.
I could see I wasn't getting anywhere.
It was him, wasn't it?
I wasn't ready to dwell on motives or feelings so I changed the subject.
He wasn't happy to be left out of the loop but at least he believed me and came around.
I felt a need to respond but wasn't sure what to say.
I wasn't the only one in that area doing what I did at the time.
I figured whoever did kill Annie; it wasn't his first, or his last.
It wasn't an invitation but I figured I owed my presence for what I'd learned so far and I couldn't wait to renew our conversation.
By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.
That got me wondering about Annie too; she wasn't found for some time and the papers said she wasn't dead that long.
I wasn't relegated to the large first floor dormitory-style quarters behind the eating area.
Her murder wasn't close to his style nor was she the right age.
You could lie and tell him Humphries said it wasn't really his fault and his mother was just upset at losing a daughter.
It wasn't that late when Betsy arrived there and found the note.
It wasn't the first time and they had the situation in hand.
Locating us wasn't as a result of Julie's contest entry or from the break in of her apartment.
He wasn't certain he believed me but he was definitely curious.
I'm sorry, but it wasn't I.
I know the motel where they are staying so the cell phone I've already discarded wasn't necessary.
I knelt by the side of the highway and tried to lose my lunch that wasn't there.
I prayed our stalwart group of five wasn't down to only me.
Adults would argue with her if she told them she wasn't leaving her brother, Jonny's, side until he was healed.
He really wasn't too much bigger than a cat, not when compared to an adult.
He wasn't like the other doctors.
His voice wasn't kind.
For the first time, she noticed he wasn't wearing a doctor's white coat.
She couldn't quite understand what the poison was; it wasn't a normal infection, and yet it couldn't be anything else.
It wasn't somewhere she'd ever venture, even in daylight.
At under five and a half feet, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to find her brother among the people around her.
He couldn't remember when he'd last had a full five hours of his own, and he knew he wasn't likely to get another break for a while.
Dusty looked around them, gaze settling on the only car on the streets that didn't belong to him and wasn't on blocks.
He didn't know what it was but said it wasn't a vamp and it wasn't their dinner.
There wasn't something wrong with him; he was wrong!
He really wasn't so bad, when compared to here.
It was the longest second of her life, until she realized he wasn't going to pull the trigger.
He sensed she wasn't going to budge this time and relented.
It definitely wasn't because he was the most patient of the three brothers.
She flushed, sensing he wasn't talking about knives and guns.
It wasn't the same type of scrutiny as Talon's feral, maniacal look.
She found herself hurrying around him to the couch at his low growl and suspected he wasn't someone who ever repeated anything.
Her heart leapt, and she stood, halfway to him before his sharp look reminded her he wasn't someone she wanted to approach.
He hadn't hurt her like Talon, but she had the feeling she wasn't at all welcome.
Dusty knew the memory of killing in order to be initiated wasn't something even Bianca could take away from him.
She wasn't sure why she trusted the stranger, but everything he said was said with conviction.
It wasn't a dream.
His sense of humor wasn't well understood by many.
After all, he wasn't going to live long enough for his feelings to matter.
The news startled her, and she wasn't sure why it made her feel … bummed.
He looked up, a surprised expression crossing his face, as if he'd told her something he wasn't supposed to.
Of all the places he had to be, this wasn't one of them, and yet, he couldn't leave this time.
Then again, she wasn't interested in the only type of relationship he had to offer.
She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
It wasn't that it was none of her business.
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
It wasn't a question, but a flat statement.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place.
This wasn't a home.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
It wasn't simply a personal matter to Dulce.
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
Wasn't he allowed to be human?
Surely this wasn't a personal file.
That wasn't the case.
All this cloak and dagger thinking wasn't accomplishing anything.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
So, if money wasn't your reason for going, what was?
He was right about the coat, but she wasn't about to go back and get it.
All right, so he wasn't trying to hide his wealth, but he certainly did try to hide his family.
Still, hiding from them wasn't going to solve anything - especially for his sisters.
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
Accusing him and storming out the door wasn't going to make him want to stay.
The way I heard it, Grandma & Grandpa Barret were rolling in money and Dad wasn't up to their standards... financially.
Señor Medena wasn't too happy about that.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
He wasn't even being recognized for his abilities.
He wasn't involved in anything illegal and you have no reason to be concerned about spending any of the money he acquired.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Preventing Destiny from crawling out of the bed wasn't easy.
That wasn't easy to do when a person was physically and emotionally exhausted.
At the end of January, Princess gave birth to the first foal on the ranch that wasn't sired by Ed.
It wasn't just losing a baby.
Maybe it wasn't Dulce he was going to see.
This time she wasn't going to wait for him to romance her.
Actually, it wasn't romance she was looking for.
It wasn't one night of loving that made the difference.
Neither did she, but she wasn't claiming that they were hers, either.
Maybe she wasn't happy with the way her parents lived.
If it wasn't Dulce, then who?
All that was true enough, but remaining bitter about it wasn't going to improve their relationship.
It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but it might be helpful.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
It wasn't any one thing.
Dulce wasn't friendly, but she wasn't hostile either.
It wasn't as if she was in the habit of discussing such things - especially with strangers.
He wasn't the one who gave me a bad name.
Sure, they needed to clear the air about the inheritance issue, but that wasn't enough for Carmen.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
It wasn't jealousy that troubled him.
He wasn't doing it for anyone but Allen.
Emotional hurt wasn't satisfying enough.
But of course, that wasn't possible.
It wasn't real, of course.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
Instinct told her his threat wasn't simply the liquor talking.
It wasn't as if they could do anything anyway.
A 24-hour guard wasn't possible and arresting him would only make him more dangerous.
Hers wasn't the only life that had nearly been taken today.
He wasn't abandoning her; he was offering help.
As he had pointed out, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice.
It had been in all the local papers, but she wasn't sure she could talk about it without getting emotional.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
It wasn't the first time she had seen a bear track, but it was the first time she had seen one that fresh.
It wasn't the distance that alarmed her.
It wasn't enough, but it was all she felt capable of at the moment.
She had her purse, and it wasn't as though he had done any physical harm.
She should wash them, but there wasn't time.
The trip to Fayetteville wasn't as unpleasant as she had anticipated.
I'm afraid I wasn't very sympathetic, though.
It wasn't as though she could explain her sudden Jekyll and Hide personality, either.
It wasn't his rugged good looks.
Maybe it was the intrigue, or maybe it was that gut feeling that something wasn't as it appeared.
Only one reason came to mind - because it wasn't dangerous.
And maybe he wasn't trying to keep her from seeing the barn.
Recovering in an ungraceful manner, she marched to her room, glad he wasn't around to laugh.
He was willing to admit he was wrong, but he wasn't going to grovel.
Obviously it wasn't something he often did.
It wasn't as if she had any part in becoming that way, nor did it make her a better person.
He wasn't buying it for one minute.
He wasn't sure she had seen anything, or surely he would have accused her.
If only she could believe he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
The logical thing to do was leave, but she had a good job and she wasn't sure there was anything untoward going on.
She glanced back to make sure she wasn't being observed.
But no, it wasn't proof at all.
The return address on the envelope was Columbia, South America, but it wasn't addressed to anyone.
Obviously it wasn't her daughter.
He already knew she was here, and it wasn't as though she could run and hide.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
At least that part wasn't a lie.
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
It wasn't a lie.
But Len didn't know all the facts, and that wasn't fair.
He might as well learn that he wasn't going to dominate her.
I said I wasn't a very good dancing partner.
Lisa filled a cup for each of them, but Yancey wasn't interested.
It wasn't the kiss that bothered her so much.
This was a relationship she might want to pursue if he wasn't involved in something illegal.
But he wasn't the first thing she had seen.
Three men talking to each other on a sidewalk certainly wasn't enough to tell the police – except Len.
Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.
Now that wasn't so bad, was it?
Suppressing the urge to laugh wasn't easy, but she managed it.
I wasn't the one running away.
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't involved.
Even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true.
It wasn't something that could be denied.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
She simply wasn't looking at it – or maybe for it.
She had given him every reason to believe she was interested in him, so it wasn't too surprising.
It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.
It wasn't about you.
Dream interpretation certainly wasn't her forte'.
Maybe next time Sarah went shopping... and Yancey wasn't at home.
Mom always used to want everyone home before dark – as though anything was out there at night that wasn't there during the day.
Yancey wasn't back yet when she left, but she didn't need his approval.
No, she wasn't sure, but that didn't seem to matter.
He wasn't trying to find out anything to protect her.
He wasn't completely wrong.
It wasn't true, and Len wasn't buying it, but he said nothing.
Either he was sticking his neck out to protect her, or he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
Howard wasn't the one involved with drugs.
And maybe Yancey wasn't either.
It wasn't a relationship she had planned or wanted – until now.
When she decided Yancey wasn't around, she started down the path, keeping close to the trees without breaking her promise not to wander in the woods.
Surely Yancey wasn't involved in art theft as well.