When trying to judge someone's honesty, I often remember that the eyes are the window to the soul.

When the CEO boasted about his invincibility, his mentor warned, 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall.'

Excuse me, where are the toilets located in this building?

I ran into my childhood neighbor at the same tiny café—what are the odds?

As she inspected her children's torn shoes, she muttered the cobbler's children are the worst shod and resolved to spend more time caring for them.

Sitting by the window while my children laugh in the yard, I murmured, 'where are the snows of yesteryear,' struck by how quickly life slips by.

My grandmother would often warn us, 'idle hands are the devil's tools,' whenever we complained about being bored.

My grandmother always warned me that idle hands are the devil's playthings, so she kept me busy with chores and hobbies.

My grandmother would always warn me, saying idle hands are the Devil's tools, so she kept me busy with chores.