Sentences with phrase «imagine everything you're feeling»

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Imagine then how it would feel for God in the flesh, who is perfectly holy and righteous, and for whom sin is the exact antithesis and opposite of everything about His being, to not just take on a few sins, but to actually become sin for the entire world?

I imagine if you were allergic to nuts, you'd feel like nuts were in everything.

You imagine what he must feel like when he can not play with everything he can do.

As it stands, this squad is fairly well positioned to compete for the Wenger Cup and make a deep run in the Europa, if and only if we play first stringers in Europe and use the bench for the League and FA Cups... that being said, and based on the fragility of the manager and the team in recent campaigns, it's more likely that Wenger will focus on a top 4 finish and the FA Cup... while the reasons for such an approach may appear logical, it would confirm a rather disturbing trend and appear counter intuitive for any team which claims to have higher aspirations... I feel that Wenger simply can't afford to put all his eggs in the Europa basket because if he fails the potential backlash could cripple any top 4 chances due to the aforementioned fragile psyche that tends to rear it's ugly head like our own personal groundhog day each and every February... furthermore, can you even imagine Wenger bringing in the necessary recruits to adequately supply top quality lineups in a Thursday / Sunday dominated schedule; based on everything I've seen in recent years, I can't see that happening... in fact, mark my words, it's more likely that we see Lacazette playing out wide in Alexis's position with Giroud at striker, than we see Wenger make the necessary moves to right this ship... god, I hope I'm wrong but is it really that far - fetched considering what we've witnessed for past several years

I can imagine all the players driving to the training ground right now, and I can feel their anger as they think back to everything that went wrong on Saturday.

If I am a baby crying all alone fir 1 minute or 1 hour, I imagine I would be feeling a negative emotion or need, and that I would expect the parents on whom I rely for everything to help me to meet it.

Lately, I realized that, although being imperfect like me, he was actually everything I wanted from a man and the one I could perfectly imagine spending my whole life with without ever feeling bored or miserable.

I feel that connectedness to everything around me and imagine my parenting in this moment is not much different than parenting moments of lifetimes past.

When you start to feel like you can't handle everything that's happening, just remember that it will be over faster than you can imagine!

(They give all children staying at the hotel one of these toys and they do everything you can imagine to make the children feel at home.)

I'm finding that so many of us moms feel like we're flying by the seat of our pants as motherhood is everything we had dreamed of and yet nothing like we imagined.

I imagine that the NDC will be feeling very confident while the NPP will be running scared trying to do everything they can.

Professor Kostas Skenderis of Mathematical Sciences at the University of Southampton explains: «Imagine that everything you see, feel and hear in three dimensions (and your perception of time) in fact emanates from a flat two - dimensional field.

Instead, I felt and imagined everything I was going to have to give up to make space for my child.

Just imagine if you will, living a life that not only necessitates monitoring every single bit of food you eat and every rep and set of every training session you complete but also everything you think, feel and dream about, such was the commitment of Frank Zane.

Imagine everything we'll be able to accomplish when we are feeling our best.

It was everything I could have imagined, and this is why I also opted for the wishbone pendant as in a sense I felt really lucky to end up in the position I was in and for everything else that followed shortly after.

When I say snow, I don't mean a picturesque image where everything is white; just imagine snowflakes, and REALLY cold weather (especially if you consider that a few days ago, it felt like spring).

My first day was everything you'd imagine it to be... getting lost, feeling like a little fish in a huge pond, experiencing the awful feeling of forgetting everyone's names, and being forced to make small talk.

But if somebody is hesitant to meet you in person and they only want to be a digital pen pal and they keep promising you everything you can imagine, that they've never felt this way about anyone before and this is it and they love you, but they won't meet with you, there's usually a reason why.

Just imagine, people hardly speaking each other's language, living so far from each other, being so different because of belonging to divers societies and environments suddenly find each other on the pages of online dating service and understand that in spite of everything they have so much in common that they feel mutual attraction.

Imagine what it would feel like to cut yourself off from everything that made you the person that you are and veer so close to the source of life that it could kill you in a flash.

Imagine your spouse being a spender and wanting to spend all of your family's money on anything and everything from Target to the mall, while you are a conservative who looks to save money each month in order to feel financially secure.

It almost feels like no ground has been untouched and with everything available to us in the reality we live in, you can look it up, imagine what it will be like and already have a preconception of what you're going to experience.

They explained: «We try to inject the feel of something that lives into everything we make, we imagine Thought Bubbles to have the personality of an energetic dog!

, 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,

Imagine yourself in a foreign country, where everything feels unfamiliar and unpredictable.

So everything is in a bit of disorder so you can imagine why I'm feeling overwhelmed / excited but still more overwhelmed than excited.