That's already been tried before only means the first attempt got it wrong.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
Some tried to kill him; there were assassination attempts. Some hated him. . . this is par for the course.
I tried to do it all myself: be mommy and camp counselor and art teacher and prereading specialist (and somehow, in my off-hours, to do my own work). I tried my absolute best. And like so many of the moms around me, I started to go a little crazy.
When I was first starting out as a kid, I tried to pad my résumé with everything I had ever done-ice-skate, carry a tune.
A summary of every Jewish holiday: They tried to kill us, we won, let's eat!
Watergate had become the center of the media's universe, and during the remaining year of my presidency the media tried to force everything else to revolve around it.
I tried my best [on audition for X-Files], and it worked out. I got the part. So I was flabbergasted.
They say the recipe for Sprite is lemon and lime. I tried to make it at home. There's more to it than that.
I tried heroin once and I didn't like it. It frightened me.
I'm always gonna rap. Rapping's what I started doing, I even sang when I first started rapping, when I couldn't really sing at all but I always tried.
I've tried to have a really normal life, and I have because my family treats me normal, and my friends treat me just the same.
While I was in prison and wasn't a Muslim, I was indulging in all types of vice, right within the prison. And I never was ostracized as much by the penal authorities while I was participating in all of the evils of the prison, as they tried to ostracize me after I became a Muslim.
He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
I always tried to hit the ball back through the box because that is the largest unprotected area.
I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed.
I've never tried to manipulate my image.
Tried to escape, to block out the fact that I was being eaten alive by arachnids. For some reason the only thing I could replace it with was the image of being eaten by tiny clowns.
To me he will not just be remembered as a great player and a lovely human being, but as somebody who tried to learn Bengali for the last 14 years but never managed to do so!