Sentences with phrase «everything about it breathes»

Everything about it breathes perfection — from ivory Chantilly lace with silver threads to satin stitch embroidery spilling flowers all over the fabric.

Everything about it breathes perfection — from scalloped Chantilly lace with silver threads to satin stitch embroidery spilling flowers all over the fabric.

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I'm living it right now, and I may even write a book about it soon because it's something I really believe in with everything in me, so much so that I'm living and breathing it weekly.

Psalm 104:30 — creation is through the Spirit The whole poem is about how awesome God is becuase He created everything from storks to fire breathing sea monsters.

But the Hebrew is vague about God's involvement in sending the flood and destroying everything on earth that breathes.

It was such a pleasure talking with you about planning out to - dos when entertaining (certainly something I'm doing as I host Thanksgiving every year), and I've been trolling through your site for ideas on how to breathe deeply amongst a houseful of the in - laws while I get everything set with meal prep and dining experience details.

They may endlessly read about everything that could go wrong, or stay up all night checking every few minutes to make sure baby is still breathing.

I live, breathe and love everything about health and fitness!

It's not about having the body exert energy, but rather re-focusing on breathing and letting everything go back to baseline,» Novak explains.

Everything about the gray Carlita Slouch Wedge Bootie breathes cool sophistication.

After getting the news that everything was clear, I would breathe a sigh of relief but soon after begin worrying about the next appointment.

We're trying to add everything that's missing from the Gallery so here is Part 1: We added new stills, posters and promotional photos from Bang Bang Baby, new stills and posters from Evil Dead, new behind the scenes photo and posters from About Alex, posters and high definition screencaps from Kenzo's short movie Here Now, medium & high quality stills and poster from Frank and Cindy, a high quality poster from the upcoming Don't Breathe and a production still from the short movie Nicholas & Hillary.

Deadpool breathed new life into the superhero genre for me thanks to Ryan Reynolds just OWNING his character, and Popstar held a mirror to everything that's ridiculous about our celebrity - obsessed culture, in true Lonely Island style.

However, it can definitely be quite complicated, and many times, people don't fully explain it well, rendering the person unable to reap the full benefits of this activity.However, this book will tell you everything that you need to know about meditation, and by the end of this, you'll know everything about how to engage in basic meditations, including the following: - The purpose of meditation - The history of meditation - The ideal positions and breathing for meditation - How breathing changes the state of your meditation - Further understanding the goal of meditation and allowing yourself the chance to achieve this By the end of this, you'll know how to become the best meditator you can be.

How do you feel about the people who answer the phone — is it a kid in a call center who's worried about the average length of his call, or is it a renters insurance expert who lives and breathes this stuff because they love everything about it and who wants to take the time to give you the right answers, even if you're not sure what questions to ask?

Sandwiched comfortably between rolling greenery and the picturesque Corfu shoreline, Blue Princess Resort in Corfu is a truly idyllic location for a getaway — everything about the hotel breathes relaxation and tranquillity, from the olive tree lined gardens to stunning sea and mountain views.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,