Translation of "Saldría" in English

Saldría del sistema solar

would go out of the solar system

Se saldría de rositas.

but it wouldn't be a walk to the park.

¡Jamás saldría con una mujer casada!

I'd never go out with a married woman!

Pensarían que tu mente saldría de repente

They thought he would go out of mind at a time

No saldría nunca de casa en pantuflas.

I'd never leave my house in slippers.

Si el tiempo es bueno, Yo saldría mañana.

If the weather is good, I'll go out tomorrow.

Si tuviera dinero, saldría seguido y me divertiría.

If I had the money, I would often go out and have fun.

No pensamos que el plan saldría a la luz tan pronto.

- We didn't expect an unveiling of the plan this soon.
- We didn't think the plan would come to light so soon.

¡No saldría con ella ni aunque fuera la única chica en el mundo!

I wouldn't go out with her even if she were the only girl in the world!

Tom le preguntó a María si acaso saldría con él, y ella se rehusó. Un año después estaban casados.

Tom asked Mary out on a date, but she said no. A year later they were married.

No existe tal cosa, en esta etapa de la historia del mundo en los Estados Unidos, algo como prensa independiente. Ustedes lo saben y yo lo sé. No hay uno solo de ustedes que se atreva a escribir sus opiniones honestas y si lo hicieran sabemos de antemano que nunca saldría en la prensa. A mí me pagan cada semana para mantener mis opiniones honestas fuera del periódico con el que tengo relación. A otros de ustedes les pagan salarios similares por cosas similares y cualquiera de ustedes que quisiera ser tan tonto como para escribir opiniones honestas andaría por las calles buscando otro empleo. Si se permitiera que mis opiniones honestas aparecieran en una edición de mis periódicos, antes de veinticuatro horas, mi ocupación ya habría desaparecido. El negocio de los periodistas es destruir la verdad, mentir abiertamente, pervertir, satanizar, haciendo reverencias a los pies de los ricos, y vender a su país y a su raza por su pan de cada día. Ustedes lo saben y yo lo sé, y ¿qué locura es esta de brindar por una prensa independiente? Somos payasos saltarines, ellos mueven los hilos y nosotros bailamos. Nuestros talentos, nuestras posibilidades y nuestras vidas son todas la propiedad de otros hombres. Somos prostitutas intelectuales.

- 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.