Translation of "رأيه" in English

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Examples of using "رأيه" in a sentence and their english translations:

ربما سيغير رأيه.

He might change his mind.

هل غير نابليون رأيه؟

Did Napoleon change his mind?

عن رأيه مع الإمبراطور.

his mind to the Emperor.

لم يغير الولد رأيه.

The boy didn't change his opinion.

توم لن يغير رأيه.

Tom won't change his opinion.

ما الذي جعله يغير رأيه؟

What made him change his mind?

إنه لا يغير رأيه أبداً.

He is obstinate in his opinion.

غيّر سامي رأيه بخصوص المسلمين.

Sami changed his opinion of Muslims.

- حاولنا أن نغير رأيه لكننا لم نستطع.
- حاولنا إقناعه بالعدول عن رأيه لكننا فشلنا.

- We tried in vain to make him change his mind.
- We tried to get him to change his mind, but couldn't.

بعد استشارة شخص ما أثق في رأيه،

After consulting with someone I trusted,

إذا سألتموه عن رأيه بالحظ الجيد فسيجيبكم بأن

If you ask an investor, what would be the good idea, the good luck?

كل واحد يقول رأيه عن نوع من الديناصورات.

Everyone expresses their opinion about a dinosaur.

إذا أعجبني شخص أسأل أوكولوما عن رأيه به

If I liked a boy, I would ask Okuloma's opinion.

و الآن غير رأيه، واقرر الآن أن يصبح وزيراً للأطفال.

and he's changed his mind, and he's now going to be a children's minister.

وهناك حب حقيقي للاتفاق على الرأي، لذلك الجميع رأيه مسموع.

and there's a real love of consensus, so everyone gets a say.

وولائه الكامل لفرنسا ، واستعداده للتعبير عن رأيه - وهي فضائل كانت

complete loyalty to France, and his willingness to speak his mind – virtues that were all

هل غيّر نابليون رأيه، أم أن حيلة مبنية بعناية أصبحت سيئة للغاية؟

Had Napoleon changed his mind, or had a carefully constructed ruse gone horrifically bad?

استمر في التحدث عن رأيه ، لدرجة أن لويس الثامن عشر أطلق عليه لقب "

He continued to speak his mind, so much so that Louis the Eighteenth nicknamed him ‘His

وفي رأيه، فإن حشد التحصينات مع جنود الهوبليت * الهوبليت: جنود مدنيين مسلّحين بالتروس

any time soon. In his mind, garrisoning the  fortification with his hoplite infantry and  

وفي رأيه أنه إذا لم يستطع الحصول على العدالة، سيأخذه بقوة كل شيء ينتمي له

and in his mind if he could not get justice, he would take by force what rightfully belonged

في هذه المرحلة من تاريخ أمريكا، لا وجود لما يدعى بالصحافة المستقلة. أنت تدري وأنا أدري. لا يجرؤ أي منكم على كتابة آرائه الصادقة، ولو فعل، فإنكم تعلمون مسبقًا أن رأيه الصادق لن ينشر البتة. يدفع لي أسبوعيًّا لأبقي آرائي الصادقة خارج الصحيفة التي أتصل بها. أنتم كذلك يدفع لكم رواتب مشابهةٌ لتفعلوا أمرًا مشابهًا، ومن بلغت به الحماقة أن يكتب آراء صادقةً فسيجد نفسه في الشارع باحثًا عن عمل آخر. لو سمحتُ لآرائي الحقيقية أن تظهر في عدد من أعداد صحيفتي، فستولي وظيفتي قبل مضي أربع وعشرين ساعة. شغل الصحفي الشاغل هو أن يدمر الحقيقة، ويكذب بلا خجل، ويحرف، ويذم، ويطلب الزلفى عند قدمي قارون، وأن يبيع بلده وعِرقه لينال خبز يومه. أنت تدري وأنا أدري، وكم في شرب نخب الصحافة المستقلة من غباوة؟ نحن الدمى التي تُسحب خيوطها فتتراقص. مواهبنا، وإمكانياتنا، ومَعَايِشُنَا كلها ملك رجال آخرين. نحن نمارس العهر العقلي.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.