Englisch Beispielsätze mit "opine"

Tagalog has artistic value, like a carved Pacific Islander statue, Mr. and Mrs. Matsuo opine.
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I do not opine that Hinduism is like a messianic complex.
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Think before you opine.
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I opine that the Deity Proper liberates itself from emotions. There may exist more advanced entities with emotions as humans possess, but depending on terminology, one could classify them as deities or not. But, they are not the Deity Proper, which is unhumanlike.
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Some opine that human expansion into outer space is like Manifest Destiny.
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As a Christian, you may not be interested in scientific matters, as they may go against your beliefs. I opine that the Buddhist stance is different from yours.
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I opine that languages with ambiguous syllabic boundaries are not really good for haiku.
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I opine that languages with ambiguous syllabic boundaries are not really good for rap music.
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I opine that languages with ambiguous syllabic shapes are not really good for haiku.
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I opine that languages with ambiguous syllabic shapes are not really good for rap music.
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Westerners opine that there are magic and mystique in sinograms.
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Anthropologists opine that the origin of the Australoids is not Australia, but Africa.
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I am not really interested in English. I opine that I have mastered it. I just need it to talk to local Anglophones.
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I opine that the mindset of some religious people is too restricted.
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I opine that your religion is not really spiritual.
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It is the 9th of June of 2013. I opine that Esperanto will live on for a long, long time. It is a good language for talking to someone from abroad. I opine that Lojban is probably better in the written form. I prefer reading and writing it than speaking and listening. In any case, Lojban words are fun to enunciate. Both Lojban and Esperanto have prayerful sounds. I must reveal a secret about my current desire that if I were a monolingual, I would prefer to be a Lojbanic monolingual. That way is how I feel today. But in reality, I am really very multilingual. I know a rainbow of different languages now.
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It is the 28th of June of 2013. On the Web, I have encountered other Latinate conlangs besides Interlingua. But because Interlingua was created by a very professional committee, I opine that Interlingua is the best of the Blues. Many would agree with me if they had the chance to peruse other brands. Interlingua was developed between 1937 and 1951 by the International Auxiliary Language Association (IALA), so it already has a long history.
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It is now the 1st of November of 2014. I opine that Lulu Islanders just do not understand how important Halloween is. Halloween allows us to face the theme of death with humour and feasting. It celebrates the colours orange, black, and purple. Halloween springs from very ancient traditions, both Xtian and pagan. An encyclopedia could tell one about its mysterious beginnings.

I opine that your religion is inferior to mine.

Some opine that French as written is much like English in character. There are silent letters and contorted letter sequences. However, closer study would show that French orthography is much more consistent than English is in the way that specific letter sequences match phonemes. In any case, French does sound more fluid than does choppy English.

Everybody has his or her own idiolect of each language that he or she knows. My own English idiolect is weird for some. In speaking, I choose a variety of accents, depending on the listener. When I speak English to Filipinos, I try to use a more Filipino-accented English, because it is easier for them to understand. When I speak to a Canadian or American, I shift to a more North American accent. In writing, I learned the American way until age 10 in the Philippines. From age 10 and above in Canada, I learned Canadian English writing, up to university level. My appetite for science fiction and fantasy books from both American and British authors has affected my writing style. Some Cantonese opine that my writing is British, and it reminds them of England. My philosophy is that English is an international language and its origin can be divorced from its essence, as the case, I think, also of Spanish and French. Ergo, I urge Cantonese to divorce the essence of English from its land of origin. My favourite English writers are the British sci-fi author Olaf Stapledon and the American inventor-philosopher Buckminster Fuller.

When I was a boy, I kept differently coloured hamsters and guinea pigs as pets. Different hair colours of people do not bother me even if the hair is not black. I know that it is otherwise with some people. I opine that the language in which a person thinks greatly affects his or her behaviour.

"What qualifies you to opine on such a subject?" "I don't need a PhD to talk about basic truths."

I opine that there is more than just a tenuous link between Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea stories and the Philippines as an archipelagic realm. Le Guin writes about some brownish people in her tales in the vastness of magical islands.

Many opine that I am like a Red Indian. It started long ago when I lived in the Martianesque red-soil fields of Don José Heights in Quezon City in the Philippines. My cousins, my brother, and I had adventures in that wilderness. Tall yellow-green grasses that we called "talahib" grew in the red soil. Purple vines with heart-shaped leaves grew around the treed areas.

In the afternoon of the 28th of December of 2024, my cousin Eve's cousin Rex went with Eve and Mama to tour Lulu Island. Rex is visiting from the states. They went to Garden City Shopping Centre to have bubble tea that he has been desiring. Then, they visited Aberdeen Centre, wherein Rex bought me four packages of varied Japanese goodies: There is a small box of "ZEN Gardening Kit" amongst them. The others are snacks. Rex knows that I am a Nipponophile. I opine that Rex looks more Peruvian than Mexican. At home, they brought me a steamed pork-stuffed bun and lotus leaf-wrapped meat-stuffed sticky rice. Being highly cultured, Rex was preparing fruitcake with wine. Mama, Eve, and Rex huddled themselves at the kitchen table. In the meanwhile, in the evening, I went to Starbucks café to drink a reddish Passion Tango iced tea. The baristas were Chris the Japanese-English hybrid and Jessica the petite Vietnamese. I told Jessica about me eating out at Crab Hot Lau, a Vietnamese restaurant, the other day. She said that she has not tried it herself.

Practically all natural languages are just "fucked-up evolution." The odd people want to learn the odd irregularities of such languages. Artificial languages have the advantage of intentional design. Some linguists or polyglots opine that the languages that they know are like "trophies" for them. It is not really this way with me.

There are still several centimetres of snow left on the ground, here on Lulu Island, this 4th of February of 2025. At home with the view of the bluish grey sky through my bedroom window, I reviewed my Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, on my tablet. I perused a printed book about it, yesterday. I would give myself three stars out of five stars total for my Chabacano skills. I can read it quite well. I like that Chabacano has no verbal conjugation, but just has aspect markers, unlike Spanish. I assign the colour beige to Chabacano. I opine that more people should know it. I trudged in the snow going to Tim Hortons, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. In the morning were Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a roast beef Craveable sandwich. (Earl Grey was Captain Picard's favourite.) In the afternoon was an iced coffee with oat milk and cane sugar. Gurpreet the Indian was the vendor. Corpulent Dominic and his daughter Fiel, Filipinos, were sitting near the bay window overlooking the snowy street. I saw in passing Gary the Cantonese in green camouflage Vietnamese military pants, as I exited the washroom and eventually the café itself. For lunch at home, I had spaghetti with Mexican banana chips and a glass mug of hot lime water. Yesterday, Gary and I discussed horseback riding. I tried it, but I could not control the horse well. Gary lived in earlier years near North Vancouver's stables. He preferred motorcycling, as in Vietnam. I said that I was too "klutzy" for such.

Today, the 18th of February of 2025, I ate two sandwiches on separate walking trips to Tim Hortons café: In the late morning, I ate a Roast Beef Craveable sandwich, then in the afternoon, a Crispy Chicken Craveable sandwich. It was a grey-clad sky. I usually have a small Earl Grey tea with oat milk. At home, as a break from my studies of Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, I read for practice some stories aloud in "real" Spanish, of speculative fiction. Spanish has lots of available literature. Meanwhile, Chabacano itself needs more written literature, I opine: On the Web, all I could find that were substantial models were religious magazines from Jehovah's Witnesses, even though my spiritual inclination is towards Science, Buddhism, and Animism. Oh, well! The next day, I would discover that Grok AI could write stories in Chabacano! The AI would manufacture stories about Jack and the Beanstalk, and as well as about Count Dracula and his red horse carriage, all in Chabacano.

Today's a rainy cooler spring day, the 16th of May of 2025. The last couple of days have been grey weather. Yesterday, at Tim Hortons café, I ate my first Chili from there. Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend, visited there. We looked at his videos on his cellphone, about bedroom light activities that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I don't mention the Zoo Hypothesis to him. He believes in the Grey Aliens or other humanoid outworlders. (I opine that outworlders may not necessarily be humanoids.) Michael and I also talked about our different snorkelling experiences in Mexico. I recounted to him about the temples at Tulum, on a cliff, overlooking a white beach and surrounded by jungle. I said that it looked "like a set in Star Trek." Michael said that he only saw it from far away. Today, anyway, I also went to Tim Hortons café, of which the highlight was my Lemon Poppyseed Muffin and later a Fruit Explosion Muffin. I had a Vanilla Oat Milk Cold Brew. I would try their Chili again, another time. I visited the fruteria Kin's Farm Market, where I bought Vietnamese Red Jackfruit the other day. I hesitated to buy big white mushrooms today.

It's the 18th of May of 2025. About 15:00, I went walking to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. In my outing, I was thinking about the Next Great War scenario versus the Singularitarianism scenario, as a plausible future. Personally, I opine that widespread war destruction would be less appealing than the transcendence of intelligence, even if it might mean something superseding humanity. At the café were handsome athletic Latino-looking men. The clouds started pervading the sky again. I saw my neighbour friend Rod wiping his camper's back side, at which, he said, UV rays are more intense, as the logo and words imprinted are starting to fade.