I would rather die than spend an entire weekend organizing my grandmother's attic.

I found my grandmother's love letters tucked in an old trunk—who would have known?

When he walked into the room with a face that would stop a clock, everyone fell silent.

At the café, the server smiled and asked, 'what would you like' before taking our order.

We bumped into our old teacher at the café, and he smiled, saying, 'who would have thought it'.

In the dim ballroom, there were faces that would stop a clock, each more eerily beautiful than the last.

When faced with the choice of forgiving her neighbor, she quietly whispered, 'what would Jesus do' and found the courage to let go.

After months of rejection letters, getting a callback seems impossible — chance would be a fine thing.

When he suggested we'd finish the project in a day, I just said, if pigs had wings they would fly, to show I didn't believe him.

She acted as if butter would not melt in someone's mouth, while plotting the surprise party behind everyone's back.