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 was a wooden tower or derrick there, something like a ski jump ; ;

There was something about his face that disturbed me and it took several seconds to realize what.

There can be little doubt that there was a conspiracy in Washington, overt or implied, to block anything Hearst wanted, even if it was something good.

There had been something sinister about him that warned me against him, -- I had never felt that way about any other boy, -- but when he uttered his name on the telephone I had forgotten this and I was glad to do what he asked of me.

There are some clubs which claim they learned something about pitching to him last year.

There was something maimed and crazy about its motion that disturbed them.

There was something troubling him though: as yet they hadn't Five days.

There followed a long and sometimes bitter discussion of the feasibility of elections for the fall of 1957, in which it appears that the Minister of the Interior took the most pessimistic view and that the Istiqlal was something less than enthusiastic.

There was something phony about all this gun waving -- something not quite what it seemed in the detailed directions for finding the police.

There had also been a man who must have had St. Vitus or something, because he kept jerking his head.

There was about that song something incandescent, for this Brahms was Milstein at white heat.

There is hardly a jazz guitarist in the business today who doesn't owe something to Django.

There was something not nice about triplets, though their father seemed pleased, showing no disappointment that they hadn't been the son he wanted, saying, `` You don't see triplets trippin' down the pike ever' day, Miss Jen, hon.

There was something almost insulting in her tone, but I disregarded it.

There was something about private feminine whisperings which always made him feel scabrous and unclean.

There was indeed something of the muzhik peasant about him.

There are tales that are simply warnings ; they warn against doing something that may harm in some way.

There are also songs that go through the alphabet, making each letter stand for something in the process.

There is nothing we can add to a concept in order to make it represent the object as existing ; what happens if we add anything to it is that it represents something else.

There came something more: strength and serenity, a wonderful new assurance about life, a fresh perception of myself in the world around me.

In order to work, and as pointed out by Roger Penrose from 1986 on, inflation requires extremely specific initial conditions of its own, so that the problem ( or pseudoproblem ) of initial conditions is not solved: “ There is something fundamentally misconceived about trying to explain the uniformity of the early universe as resulting from a thermalization process.

In the context of the passage, they seem to equate to something like “ east and west .” There is a passage in Ezekiel, however, where God says to the prophet, " Set your face against Gog, of the land of Magog, the prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal, and prophesy against him.

He is best remembered today for his comment that " There seems to be something wrong with our bloody ships today " at Jutland, where three of his battlecruisers exploded and sank under German fire exacerbated by dangerous ammunition handling techniques and unsafe propellant.