Examples of using "Hetken" in a sentence and their english translations:
- Would you please wait for a minute?
- Could you please wait a minute?
Please wait around for a while.
Will you wait a second?
- I will just hang around here for a while.
- I'll just hang around here for a while.
May I bother you for a moment?
Will you help me for a minute?
May I take a rest for a while?
Can we rest a moment?
I was away for a while.
Will you wait a moment?
Tom rested for a moment.
I stood there for a while, watching the exhaust pipe.
May I talk with you for a moment?
He will be here any moment.
She stayed here for a moment.
Please wait a little while longer.
It took me some time to calm down.
I'll be there in a little while.
It's just going to take a while.
Tom was quiet for a moment.
Will you wait a minute?
I asked her to wait a moment.
so you can beat the hottest part of the day.
Could you take care of the baby for a while?
It was a last minute decision.
I'll join you guys in a minute.
I might be gone for a while.
Would you just look at me for a second?
Tom hesitated a moment before speaking.
Tom was silent for a moment.
Would you mind holding your tongue for a while?
Do you mind if I watch TV for a while?
They began to walk after a while.
Tom will be back in a minute.
He hesitated before answering.
I'd like to speak with Tom in private for a moment.
Could I speak with you for a moment?
I'd like to speak with Tom in private for a moment.
Can I ride this horse for a while?
This moment should never end.
- Just a minute.
- Just a moment, please.
- Hold on a minute, please.
- Please hold on a moment.
- Please wait a bit.
- Please wait a moment.
- Hold on a second.
- Please wait a minute.
- Hold on just one second.
- Will you wait a moment?
Takes a few seconds to figure out, "What the hell's going on here?"
He had a good time talking with her.
- I'm sure Tom will be here shortly.
- I'm sure Tom will be here soon.
- I'm sure that Tom will be here soon.
May I have a moment with my client, your honor?
Don't you feel better now that you've slept a while?
Would you mind looking the other way for just a minute while I change my clothes?
- A moment's doubt can cost a pilot her life.
- A moment's doubt can cost a pilot his life.
Could you stand behind my car for a minute and tell me if my brake lights are working?
He'll be back in a minute.
I'll be out in a minute.
He'll be back in a minute.
So you can beat the hottest part of the day. It's already getting hotter,
As a young man he flirted briefly with communism.
- You are working too hard. Take it easy for a while.
- You're working too hard. Take it easy for a while.
I'm going to go buy a ticket, so please watch my bags for a minute.
I'm going to stay in the pool a little longer.
Let the tea sit a while before you drink it.
We're a bit busy at the moment. Can you hang on a minute?
Will you shut your trap for a minute?
I'd like to be left alone for a while, if you don't mind.
It might take a little while.
If the soup can sit for a while, it'll taste better.
- Just a moment, please.
- Hold on a moment, please.
- Please hold on a moment.
- Wait a moment.
- Please wait a bit.
- Please wait a moment.
- Wait just a moment.
- Just a moment, please!
- Please wait a minute.
- Please wait a little while.
- Will you wait a moment?
I cannot have lunch out. I have a meeting after a while.
Mr Sato is on another line. Will you hold the line a minute?
My companion sat silent for some time, with his chin upon his hand, lost in thought.
I'd come in at the end of a whole drama. You think, "What on earth is this animal doing?"
Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while.
He stayed here for a while.
[Bear] It's important to get an early start in the desert, so you can beat the hottest part of the day.
[Bear] It's important to get an early start in the desert, so you can beat the hottest part of the day.
I thought for a moment Tom was really going to tell Mary about what happened.
I know you're busy, but can I talk to you for a minute?
Let me think for a while.
- Please hold on.
- Hold on.
- Please wait.
Tom lived in his car for a while after he broke up with Mary.
For one second I thought I would die.
My little sister's hobby is designing icons on the web, and she distributes them free of charge on her website whenever she finds the free time to do so.
"Would you like to drive, or shall I?" "Oh, no matter. What's your preference?" "I don't mind; either way is fine." "Well, then, I'll drive. That'll give you a chance to rest a bit on the way."
"What are the twelve signs of the Zodiac, in the order in which the sun passes them by in the course of a year?" - "Um, let me think for a minute!" - "No thinking! It's got to come as quick as a shot!"
An old man told his grandson, "My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth." The boy thought about it and asked, "Grandfather, which wolf wins?" The old man quietly replied, "The one you feed."
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
After eating the sturdy meal and packing his school bag, Link wanted to get some last-minute reassurance from his friends. "Hey, Zelda, I need some advice." "Don't tell me you're already scared," Zelda frowned. "No. I just want some advice from someone who's been in high school already, and you're the smartest person I know!" Link smiled. Zelda let out a gentle laugh. "Thanks. Well, you—" "The teachers are so strict that you're not even allowed to breathe!" interrupted the King with a wicked grin. "Huh?!" "Father!" the princess exclaimed reproachfully. "Sorry, go on." "Now, Link—" She was cut off by the bus horn this time. "Oh, my bus must be around here now," said Link quickly, "byes!" "Beware of the meat hash surprise!" Gwonam seemed to have jumped out from nowhere. "Hey, don't get shot!" added the King, and both of them sniggered. Link was taken aback and looked highly upset for a moment, but Zelda was there to support him: "Don't pay attention to 'em, Link. It's not that bad. I'm sure—" "Zelda, don't worry. I'll be fine." In an instant Link was back to being his beaming self. "Alright. Give me a goodbye kiss." However, Link was of a different mind on this idea and replied snidely, with teenage cruelty, "Hell no, screw that! I gave up on your royal ass years ago. I still love you though," added he as an afterthought before leaving the castle. "Yeah, I don't know what she's worried about. I'm going to be alright!" he thought confidently as he got on the bus.