Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.
Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch. Faith is waiting.
Irish readers, British readers, American readers: is it odd that I haven't a clue about how differently they react? Or better say, I cannot find the words to describe my hunch about them.
My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home
Poetry is mostly hunches.
Hunches are not to be sneezed at.
Reality is just a collective hunch.
When we seek a textbook case for the proper operation of science, the correction of certain error offers far more promise than the establishment of probable truth. Confirmed hunches, of course, are more upbeat than discredited hypotheses. Since the worst traditions of "popular" writing falsely equate instruction with sweetness and light, our promotional literature abounds with insipid tales in the heroic mode, although tough stories of disappointment and loss give deeper insight into a methodology that the celebrated philosopher Karl Popper once labeled as "conjecture and refutation.
The doctrine of Scripture teaches us about the authority of God's Word. Scripture must be the final rule of faith and practice for our lives. Not our feelings or emotions. Not signs or prophetic words or hunches.
You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.
Bess stepped back and looked at Nancy admiringly. 'Your hunches are so often right it startles me.
Often you have to rely on intuition.
What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.
Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.
Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once.
If you hunch your shoulders too long against a storm your shoulders will grow bowed.
If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse.
This is just a hunch, but I bet airplanes think helicopters are assholes.
Reality is nothing more than a collective hunch.
Hunches are a kind of subterranean logic shorthand.
