Sentences with phrase «as dead bones»

It is believed to have been created by a Florentine abbot in 1643 in Turin that was supposed to be «as long as an arm and as thin as dead bones».

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Artist, being referred to as sheep and Jesus is our shepherd beats hands down any day being known as fools that refuse to learn His wisdom, dry bones, wells without water, spiritually dead who only get this life with no eternity for those with big egos if they don't shelf the PRIDE, humble themselves, repent, ask Jesus for forgiveness and sin no more..

He did not rise from the dead as Christians claim, but actually died and was buried, and here are his bones.»

Just because you don't have eyes to see, nor ears to hear as you walk around spiritually dead, dry bones never to check Truth.

It will be like a resurrection of dead men's bones.9 The calamities the nation suffered dramatized, as it were, the just judgment of Almighty God upon their evil courses; but within the judgment lay the mercy of God, with power to create anew; and that was why, beyond all hope, the nation revived.

«The Bible talks about the Church being a body and humanity as kind of the dead bones,» he continues.

When I look up at them there is a small commotion in my bones, as the ashes of dead stars that house my marrow rise up like metal filings toward the magnet of their living kin.

White as bone, they live as much as three miles down where no light penetrates, feeding off dead marine matter that sinks from above.

Some wild animals even show what could be construed as grief: dolphins will carry the body of their dead calves with them, and elephants will revisit the bones of lost herd members for years after they die.

For example, it isn't enough that we see Slater take an electric saw to a dead man's body, or that we hear the grind as it cuts through bone, or that we see the corpse jiggle as the saw goes through the man's midsection.

Wonder Boys is about characters and interactions; it's about one of our most talented screenwriters, Steve Kloves (The Fabulous Baker Boys, Flesh and Bone), working at the absolute top of his profession; and it's about a cast so very sublime and dead solid perfect that wondering what will happen next doesn't drive the film so much as hoping that whatever it is takes its sweet time: We want these people to stay put.

While Skulls of the Shogun may be available on other platforms, 17 - BIT is bringing the Skulls of the Shogun: Bone - a-Fide Edition to PS4, which adds a brand new single - player episode (bringing the total number of missions to 24), where you play as a new visitor to the Shores of the Dead who's determined to take down General Akamoto (the main character you play as).

-- to resurrect the dead, and animate their bones, as historians do?

«My bones ache so badly, my joints hurt — I may as well be dead.

Their questions, for which one of the first written examples of Chinese was created, were inscribed on these oracle bones and were answered by the cracks that appeared in the bones after they had passed through fire — for everyone knows that the dead do not speak the same language as the living.

There is a great heap of dead men's bones lying all around... Therefore pass these Sirens by, and stop your men's ears with wax that none of them may hear; but if you like you can listen yourself, for you may get the men to bind you as you stand upright on a cross-piece half way up the mast, and they must lash the rope's ends to the mast itself, that you may have the pleasure of listening.

I have worked with many dogs that were possessive of a dead animal, such as a squirrel, or a meat bone... or their food in their bowl.

As for the bones, these are the remains of dead adventurers, and upon returning to the central hub you can either resurrect them so that they can join your party moving forward or bury them permanently in the hopes of recouping an item or two.

Within deep wooden frames, Ossorio brought together such disparate found objects as glass eyes, shells, animal bones, shards, pearls, feathers, and driftwood — synthesizing beauty with decay, refinement with crudeness, and reanimating (or resurrecting) these dead objects as vivid art.

Often within deep wooden frames, Ossorio's congregations bring together such disparate found objects as glass eyes, shells, animal bones, shards, pearls, feathers, and driftwood — synthesizing beauty with decay, refinement with crudeness, and reanimating (or resurrecting) these dead objects as vivid art.

With chief curator David McFadden, she co-organized the inaugural exhibition, «Second Lives,» showing art made from discarded or commonplace objects such as combs and pistol triggers, and the recent show «Dead or Alive,» which featured works made with organic materials such as insects and bones.

, 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,