Examples of using "Sincsen" in a sentence and their english translations:
I don't even have a car.
- He hasn't got a bicycle.
- He didn't have any bicycle.
- I haven't the faintest idea.
- I don't have the faintest idea.
This has nothing to do with me.
There is not a grain of truth in his story.
- We have little snow here even in the winter.
- We don't have much snow here even in the winter.
You never have time for important things!
This box is empty. It has nothing in it.
- "What's going on in the cave? I'm curious." "I have no idea."
- "What's happening in the cave? I'm curious." "I have no idea."
Tom has no idea what the fuck he's doing.
There isn't a single tree here.
What he says has nothing to do with this problem.
She is never online, even during her vacation.
- But I don't have money.
- But I have no money.
- But I don't have any money.
Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.
In all probability, no language is completely free of borrowed words.
You never have class or what?!
I'd like to go with you, but I'm broke.
- I have no idea why he did that.
- I've no idea why he did that.
The trouble with fiction... is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.
What he says has nothing to do with this problem.
You don't have the slightest idea what I need.
- That can't be true.
- That cannot be true.
- It cannot be true.
- It can not be true.
- It can't be true.
- This can't be true.
- 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.