Examples of using "állok" in a sentence and their english translations:
I'm standing.
I'll be by your side,
I'm at your service.
I'm at your disposal.
I'll stand.
I'm losing.
- I'm ready.
- I'm ready!
I'm standing in the shade.
- I'm ready to.
- I'm getting ready.
I'm winning.
I'm always ready.
I'm waiting in line.
I'm ready for tomorrow.
I am standing in the middle of the schoolyard.
I can barely stand.
I feel ready.
I'm ready to do that.
I am ready.
I'm standing under the tree.
I'm on your side.
When I'm behind the camera,
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm not ready for it yet.
I am at war with you.
Am I in your way?
I'm having a hard time with French grammar.
I'll stand by you no matter what happens.
Do you really think I'm ready?
Don't scream when I stand next to you.
- Tell Tom I'm ready.
- Tell Tom that I am ready.
- Tell Tom that I'm ready.
I feel ready to go.
I'm ready for anything.
and the fact that I'm standing here, talking to you today --
- I am ready to start.
- I'm ready to start.
You killed my father, and today I'll have my vengeance.
I'm excited and ready to go.
I have the opposite opinion.
I don't feel like it at all.
And I'm still here, standing in front of you,
I promised myself, that I'm never gonna talk to her again.
I'm ready as well.
Tell Tom I'm ready to go.
I'm by your side.
My clearest memory is standing in the empty hallway
Since Mario lied to me, I don't speak to him anymore.
- I just wanted you to know I support you.
- I just wanted you to know that I support you.
I have trouble remembering names.
I am ready to die. I hope it's not too uncomfortable.
I have little money.
I'm always ready to help you.
Look, if you still want to go, I won't stop you.
It impressed me much.
Every time I join a new game of Warcraft, I am pitted against a new team of adversaries.
I don't talk to people of your kind.
It has been a habit of mine for many years that when I am in my home, apart from mealtimes, I hardly ever leave my desk.
If you want to go, I won't stop you.
I don’t treat you as enemies.
- 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.