Examples of using "Kezében" in a sentence and their english translations:
It's in God's hands.
She has flowers in her hand.
We are all in the hand of God.
All things are in the hands of God.
What does he have in his hand?
Our lives are in God's hands.
In his hand, lead became gold.
The girl had a telescope in her hand.
She has a rose in her hand.
She was holding an umbrella.
She has a flower in her hand.
Tom had a knife in his hand.
Tom has something in his hand.
My life is in your hands.
Tom has a pen in his hand.
Let me see what's in your hand.
In his hand, lead became gold.
My brother is holding a camera in his hand.
There's a man with a gun in his hand standing at the door.
belonging to one of the night's supreme predators.
Because if power lies in the majority,
The little girl has a doll in her hands.
The girl had a telescope in her hand.
The captain controls the whole ship.
She had a little round object in her hand.
Tom was holding a small box in his hands.
With a hammer and nails in her hand, she headed straight here.
Tom walked into the room, carrying a bouqet of flowers.
There's a man with a gun in his hand standing at the door.
The pirate, sword in hand, leapt onto the deck.
Tom has a large cup in his left hand.
Tom staggered out of the bar with a bottle in his hand.
He wondered what to do about the wallet he was holding.
Even the smallest sentences are better off in the hands of native speakers.
A fool with a tool is still a fool.
No one dared to approach Tom, as he had a knife in his hand.
My family owns this restaurant.
You hold my fate in your hands.
The boy was holding a mouse by the tail.
If someone has sharpened blades in their hand, no matter the length, or their training, they always are a threat.
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- 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.