Examples of using "Mortels »" in a sentence and their english translations:
These scorpions can be pretty deadly.
Fatal accidents are common.
All men are mortal.
All human beings are mortal.
All men are mortal, all Greeks are men, therefore all Greeks are mortal.
Mortal enemies are immortal friends.
Broken hearts are literally and figuratively deadly.
So they are deadly little octopus predators.
- We know that all men are mortal.
- We know all men are mortal.
Nature is beyond mortal control.
All men are mortal.
Most fatal accidents happen at home.
to form a torus of lethal debris that crosses the orbit of the Earth
All men are mortal. Socrates is a man. Therefore, Socrates is mortal.
If you get one of the bark scorpions, little scorpions, they are highly venomous and actually can kill you.
All men are mortal, and Socrates is a man, therefore Socrates is mortal.
"All humans are mortal" is an empirical observation based on millennia of experience.
Definitely got to be careful, 'cause bats can transmit deadly viruses with just a single bite.
'"E'en Jove with strength reanimates the foe, / and stirs the powers of heaven to work the Dardan's woe."
Wise men talk about ideas, intellectuals about facts, and the ordinary man talks about what he eats.
For the sharks, we saw them, not by units, nor by tens, nor by hundreds; but by thousands and by myriads. Trust me, there are more sharks in the sea than mortals on land.
"Look now, for I will clear the mists that shroud / thy mortal gaze, and from the visual ray / purge the gross covering of this circling cloud. / Thou heed, and fear not, whatsoe'er I say, / nor scorn thy mother's counsels to obey."
There, mute, and, as the traitress deemed, unknown, / dreading the Danaan's vengeance, and the sword / of Trojans, wroth for Pergamus o'erthrown, / dreading the anger of her injured lord, / sat Troy's and Argos' fiend, twice hateful and abhorred.
"Ye too, my servants, hearken my commands. / Outside the city is a mound, where, dear / to Ceres once, but now deserted, stands / a temple, and an aged cypress near, / for ages hallowed with religious fear."
Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.
So when the bold and compact band I see, / "Brave hearts", I cry, "but brave, alas! in vain; / if firm your purpose holds to follow me / who dare the worst, our present plight is plain. / Troy's guardian gods have left her; altar, fane, / all is deserted, every temple bare. / The town ye aid is burning. Forward, then, / to die and mingle in the tumult's blare."