There was more to this than Jones had told him.

There was no one but me.

There was a ragged volley.

There was only one place where Jake Carwood's description had gone badly awry: the peace and quiet.

There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.

There was an artificial lake just out of sight in the first stand of trees, fed by a half dozen springs that popped out of the ground above the hillside orchard.

There was no chance.

There was no moon.

There a dozen giant monitors played their seventy-five-foot jets of water against the huge seam of tertiary gravel which was the mountainside.

There was only one place where the mountain might receive her -- that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in its secret bosom.

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

There was some idle talk, a listless discussion of this or that small happening during the day's drive.

There was to be no gunplay.

There was a light in Black's front room, but drawn curtains prevented any view of the interior.

There was no lock on the door, only an iron hook which he unfastened.

There was raw fury in his eyes, and the veins of his neck were swollen.

There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.

There was not enough room to make the usual vertical bomb run.

There was, of course, no way for the other planes to get by them.

There was no time to pick out a penny ; ;

There was a blur just under my focus of vision, a crash ; ;

There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.

There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

There had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.

There were no tracks of either hoofs or boots.

There were no less than six or seven saloons in Ganado, not counting the lower class dives, all vying for the trade of celebrating miners and teamsters.

There was no valley like this on your map.

There was no real sign of the river now, just a roiling, oily ribbon of liquid movement through muddy waters that reached everywhere.

There was no doubt that Herr Schaffner meant every word of what he said.

There was no reply so he shoved it open with his foot and stepped inside.

There is no room for error or waste.

There are almost no fictional treatments of the industrialized south ''.

There is no more `` plot '' than that ; ;

There is no justification for such misrepresentation.

There is no socially existential answer to the question.

There is no selectivity ; ;

There is no necessity, I suppose, to assert that Mr. Faulkner is Southern.

There is another kind of ardor, a quiet, sure devotion to the fundamental decencies of human life, but no angry utopian contentions.

There were no reasons for such suppositions then.

There are reasons for some people not wanting to rent cars and going on the do-it-yourself plan.

There would be no conceivable sense in going to the opposite extreme of selecting items whose forms are the most unstable.

There were sufficient hard up borrowers to take the inducement offered them by management ( in spite of few simple sums sufficing to demonstrate that they were probably going to end up effectively paying back the inducement ).

Early 20th century American preacher Billy Sunday epitomizes the Evangelical focus on " going to heaven " in his sermon “ Heaven: A Wonderful Place ; Where There is No More Death ; Blessed Hope of the Christian .” In the message Sunday characteristically explained the feelings of his audience by saying “ Everybody wants to go to Heaven.

There was no going back after this point.

" That same year, then-U. S. President Gerald Ford acknowledged the stature of the comic strip, telling the Radio and Television Correspondents ’ Association at their annual dinner, " There are only three major vehicles to keep us informed as to what is going on in Washington: the electronic media, the print media, and Doonesbury, not necessarily in that order.

There are similar artifacts found in Siberia going back perhaps 18, 000 years.

There were thoughts of going to India to work on the Pioneer, a newspaper in Lucknow, but by March 1938 Orwell's health had deteriorated.

There he repeated in a different form all that he had already said, for all the world as if he had a gramophone fixed in his brain ... When I took leave, he subjected me to an interminable handshake, meanwhile fixing his cold blue eyes on mine, and repeating almost word for word what he said to me on arrival ... I felt I should never be able to establish any human contact with this man " In early June 1940, when Mussolini informed Hitler that he at long last would enter the war on 10 June 1940, Hitler was most dismissive, in private calling Mussolini a cowardly opportunist who broke the terms of the Pact of Steel in September 1939 when the going looked rough, and was only entering the war in June 1940 after it was clear that France was beaten and it appeared that Britain would soon make peace.

There is no substitute for looking at the LCD one is going to buy before buying it.

There is a Special Economic Zone in Legnica, where Lenovo was going to open a factory in summer 2008.

There may be laws against obstructing others from going about their lawful business ( scabbing, for example, is lawful ); making obstructive pickets illegal, and, in some countries, such as Britain, there may be court orders made from time to time against pickets being in particular places or behaving in particular ways ( shouting abuse, for example ).

There is very little fusion going on with word formation.

There was always a lot of drinking going on.

There is always a great deal of activity on the water, including frequent warship movements, ferries going and coming from France and Spain, fishing trawlers and a swarm of larger and smaller sailing boats.

There are no roads going into the cirque of Mafate, thus transportation there has to take place by foot or helicopter.

As center fielder Bill Virdon recalls: " There were some ornaments on the fence that jutted out, and he was going headfirst into it.

There was a lot of rioting going on, just crazy, man!

There are on this island thousands of goats, which the Spaniards call cabritos, which are very wild: you shall sometimes see one or two hundred of them together, and sometimes you may behold them going in a flock almost a mile long .”

There was no way we were going to let ourselves get beat again.

Wrote Nick Buoniconti, " There was no way we were going to lose the Super Bowl ; there was no way.

In an interview in 2008, Sondheim said " There is a move afoot to do Follies movie with a well-known director and a well-known star, and I'm not going to tell you who they are.

There was something in the air, freedom a long time overdue, and we're going to fight for it.

There is a bomb on board and are going back to the airport, and to have our demands.