Example sentences of "was my " in BNC.

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1 It was my natural character , you think , evident from birth …
2 Meanwhile The Counterlife attributes to Henry the verdict that ‘ exploiting and distorting family secrets was my brother 's livelihood ’ .
3 All that and more went through my mind , wrote Harsnet , as I sat there in the moonlight in the silence , but it was as if it was the glass which was telling me this , that the glass was my mind as I thought that , or my mind the glass , and that was the reason for the fear and the cold and also for the sense of growing excitement and a fear then , a different kind of fear , that I would not be able to do anything with this excitement , that it would be my failure , my failure to realize what I now saw were the real possibilities of the glass , a failure for which I would never be able to forgive myself , though a part of me would always know or perhaps only believe that it was in the nature of my insight that there could be no realization of it , that it was precisely an insight about non-realization , but by then , wrote Harsnet , it had all become too complicated , too extreme , I did not want to know any of it until it was all over , until I had made my effort , perhaps it had been a mistake to come in and sit there with the glass through the night with the moon shining so brightly , it must have been full , or nearly full , unnaturally bright anyway , something to do with the solstice perhaps , to sit in the room with the glass alone or with the moon alone might have been bearable , in the dark with the glass or in the moonlight in an empty room , but the two together , the glass and the moon , that was perhaps the mistake .
4 It was my painting .
5 But no more interesting was my Picture Painted by a Genius of 1954 , no more interesting my Replica of a Diploma Submitted in Lieu of an Original Composition for the Award of a Degree .
6 It was my leg all right , but somehow detached from me .
7 It was my sister .
8 This , maybe , was my opportunity to escape from the torpor into which I had sunk .
9 Anyway , more importantly , this was my last chance to escape .
10 I remember the shock of realizing that this was my last ever second-year class , then my last ever third-year class , and then people started asking me about my leaving party .
11 Looking back , that square was my gateway to the real world — and the gate could only work one way .
12 In fact , such was my dread of returning home , I nearly managed to miss my plane , but somehow the clockwork motor inside me brought me back in one piece .
13 In any event , the biggest problem for us all was my own state of depression .
14 What tipped the balance against that was my continuing dreadful performance in the classroom .
15 One immediate result of my departure from Berkeley was my giving up my flat by the school and going back to London .
16 It was my desire to be active , to earn my way in life , which encouraged me into these new fields , that is it was a positive impulse which drove me on .
17 This time it was my landlady 's turn to drop a bomb .
18 ‘ She was having trouble with a piece of chewing gum and it was my way of saying thank you .
19 This was my first day in about eight months without my lifeline and I felt horribly alone .
20 ‘ Lisa was my best friend until she and Andy started going out together — we even shared a flat together at one stage .
21 That night was my last one in my broom cupboard .
22 My grandfather was born at Farrochil , on Bolfracks Hill — we would still be there — but was my father to slave at carting stones from the Menzies 's quarry for old Wade to build his damned bridge ?
23 It was my offering .
24 This time , business was my purpose .
25 The stance consisted of a couple of sprouting pegs but little else ; Mick 's home while it was my turn to try to link unlikely sequences of free and aided moves up the next 40 metres .
26 And when the perpetrator was my own nephew , it could n't have hit any harder .
27 My best feature was my big , black eyes ; I could really melt hearts .
28 This was my chance and I grabbed it .
29 On one occasion , lashing about for reasons after the event , Raskolnikov cries out ‘ I simply wanted to dare , Sonya , that was my only motive ’ ; and next to ‘ I just did it ’ this must be reckoned his least untrue account of himself and his deed .
30 I would go out of my way to crunch on crisp , mustardy jellyfish ; an oily , tissuey-textured sea-slug , slipped into a congee of boiled rice , was my idea of a hearty breakfast ; and the pig , from the brains to the balls ( of the feet ) seemed like a gourmet 's theme-park .
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