Worn-out used in a sentence

Worn-out in a sentence as an adjective

Maybe the real reason why we don't get **** done in this country is because we're so preoccupied with these worn-out ideologies. What if Jobs was right?

I know it's kind of a worn-out point by now and I will probably gather downvotes for it, but that's the sad truth of the matter. As nerds, we like to reduce our reality to technicalities, those pesky old meat space constraints only hold us back!

I don't think anyone is saying that they're actually bothered by it, but rather that pointless cursing like this is formulaic, worn-out, and generally lame.

] That's because the worn-out books have been shredded. > Ebook consumers should be able to lend and resell ebooks the same way we do with physical books Well, an ebook that is exactly like a physical book is an ebook that is artificially restricted to be lent out to one reader at a time.

Now, this elderly gentleman walked around in very worn-out gardener overalls, talked to everyone on site, got to know each one of us personally, offered help, ate with us and drove a beat-up 1980s Benz. He was the first millionaire I met and quite honestly a model for a humble businessman.

Org/wiki/If%E2%80%94 --- If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, dont deal in lies, Or being hated dont give way to hating, And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dreamand not make dreams your master; If you can thinkand not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth youve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: Hold on! If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kingsnor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it, Andwhich is moreyoull be a Man, my son!