I'll finish that book when two Sundays meet.

Between my mother's minimalist décor and my father's Victorian antiques, never the twain shall meet.

As the old proverb warns, never meet your heroes; when I finally introduced myself to the author I admired, I discovered he was impatient and petty and felt deeply disappointed.

She waved from the train platform and whispered, 'until we meet again,' as the train pulled away.

After losing his night-shift job, he had to make both ends meet by doing odd jobs and cutting expenses.

She brought out her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes for the job interview, even though the office dress code was casual.

Whenever I finally tracked down my childhood idol, I remembered that one should never meet one's heroes.