Examples of using "Quoique" in a sentence and their english translations:
She is reasonable, albeit strict.
Despite what science fiction may portray,
Whatever you do, don't forget this.
Whatever you do, don't let go of the rope.
Victory is possible, though unlikely.
- You are sure to succeed, whatever you do.
- You're sure to succeed, whatever you do.
Whatever you do, don't let go of the rope.
It's no use trying anything.
Tom hopes to make a profit this year, albeit a small one.
I never could hide anything from you.
I know then, whatever I say, I'm in trouble.
Whatever I do, she says I can do better.
Maria's hair is blond, although dyed and not natural.
But just because it wasn't okay, that didn't mean he owed me anything -
It sounds impossible, but it's true.
- I am in no position to do anything about it.
- I'm in no position to do anything about it.
Mary, even though the daughter of a mere farmer, has manners that betray a distinguished upbringing.
We shouldn't make fun of anybody or anything.
I am not keen on anything that is after life.
I can't really explain why palindromes fascinate me so much, even though I'm not a palindromist.
Then Priam, though hemmed with death on every side, / spared not his utterance, nor his wrath controlled.
Maybe Tom did the right thing for the wrong reason.
Jason was a taciturn individual, so it was always a real surprise when he said anything.
"Himself, a foe, oft lauded Troy's renown, / and claimed the Teucrian sires as kinsmen of his own."
Even though great men flatter themselves with their great accomplishments, they're rarely the result of great planning, but more often of mere chance.
Meanwhile a mingled murmur through the street / rolls onward – wails of anguish, shrieks of fear –, / and though my father's mansion stood secrete, / embowered in foliage, nearer and more near / peals the dire clang of arms, and loud and clear, / borne on fierce echoes that in tumult blend, / war-shout and wail come thickening on the ear.
"Not so; though glory wait not on the act; / though poor the praise, and barren be the gain, / vengeance on feeble woman to exact, / yet praised hereafter shall his name remain, / who purges earth of such a monstrous stain. / Sweet is the passion of vindictive joy, / sweet is the punishment, where just the pain, / sweet the fierce ardour of revenge to cloy, / and slake with Dardan blood the funeral flames of Troy."