Sentences with phrase «beautiful friends in»

Three cheers to Twitter for letting me know some of the beautiful friends in Food world.

I think I have the most beautiful friends in the world, the most beautiful readers, and the most beautiful people in this community!

No, a Ford agency supermodel didn't decide to stalk me around Manhattan and show me off to her beautiful friends in case we didn't work out.

I only took a handful of pictures of my beautiful friend in her wedding dress and other than that my phone stayed in a bag.

Not exact matches

Trump's Fox and Friends interview, which took place on First Lady Melania's birthday («I got her a beautiful card and some beautiful flowers,» Trump said), included vehement denials of any collusion with Russia and a glowing self - assessment of his time in office so far.

Summary: «Tom's wife died a year ago and he's bringing up his two daughters, living in a beautiful gated community, with close friends nearby and a new relationship starting.

Social networks are amazing at letting families and friends stay in touch with each other, and the filters on instagram make our photos look 100 % more beautiful — these are wonderful innovations.

Dear friend that was beautiful wise full of light but will have to read it more to see the inner meanings of it... We look vertically as did Abraham looking for the Creator... While the Creator in the Quran told us that our means of subsistence and what we await are in heavens... But as well told us that if we disbelieve on what the Holy Books and the Quran came with we ought to look Horizontally as in Archeology for the nations that been mentioned and how the died for their sins and disbelief to the message or for humiliating the messengers...

«Alexandrea Petrakova Johnson does not want to be a beautiful ballerina, and she does not want to leave her friends in Apple Creek.

«I was praying for you... I heard a great sermon... I'm reading a great book on the spiritual life... I came across this beautiful verse in Luke the other day... I was talking with a friend from church....»

Reinforcing the fact that this book is historical fiction and not a precise biography, my friend Dalia Mogahed (executive director of the Center for Muslim Studies at Gallup and member of President Barack Obama's Advisory Council on Faith - Based and Neighborhood Partnerships) rightfully noted in her review that this «is not a book recounting Muhammad's life, but a beautiful story inspired by it... There was editorial license and creativity, and while many of the words and events have been recorded in authentic sources, many have not...»

(For more, see my friend Sarah Bessey's beautiful post, «In which love looks like real marriage...» as well asPreato's analysis of the marriage data.)

While the deafening voice of the market place drives us to get rich, get smart, get beautiful, advance, achieve, buy, the still small voice of a spiritual life delights in long walks in the woods, regular periods of silence, and hearty meals with friends.

But in my experience (and I'm just sharing what's happened to me) I've also had some amazing and beautiful times with my friends in my church family.

hmmmmmm interesting... look im not a hater who hates white people... in fact some of my very good friends are white blue eyes beautiful people... and i love the states... but just trying to give you guys a lil taste of your own medicine... taste bad right?

So lets build a beautiful building, and all go there and sign beautiful songs, and rejoice in the opportunities we have, and the friends we have, and everything good and numinous and true in this world, and leave out the one part that poisons everything: the part where we lie to ourselves about what we know about the universe.

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes... again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need... of some... stranger's hand In a.in need... of some... stranger's hand In a.In a...

So my friend designed a beautiful chapel in that style.

In the days since the attacks, friends and colleagues had provided critical comfort and support, but I was nowhere near ready to watch something whose only purpose was to be beautiful.

To Conrad Cordatus and Nicholas Hausmann he wrote triumphant letters on 6 July: «I am tremendously pleased to have lived to this moment when Christ has been publicly proclaimed by his staunch confessors in such a great assembly by means of this really most beautiful confession», and «Our confession (which our Philip prepared) has been, publicly read by Dr Christian [Beyer, Saxon Chancellor], right in the palace of the Emperor... There is no one in this whole Diet whom our friends praise more highly for his peacefulness than the Emperor himself... all are filled with affection and applause...» He had heard from Jonas that he had studied the Emperor's face during the reading of the Confession and there was a certain humanitas in it.

There was an online guestbook with his obituary and amidst 33 pages of comments left by his patients and other friends I wrote the following, which is perfectly depicted in your beautiful painting:

Besides the conditions of society itself, under which family and friends had primary responsibility for the care of the dying and the dead, memento mon were spread throughout culture: in the church's art, in morality plays like Everyman, in drinking songs, in the ordinary artifacts of everyday life (e.g., in Austria a towel hanger portraying a human form split down the middle: one half a beautiful young woman, the other a skeleton) To be sure, the specter of death (and judgment) has been used as a form of social control.

Maybe you are bad at organization and have a friend with a knack for using rubbermaid containers in beautiful ways.

Why would you talk to a trusted friend, gaining valuable insights when you could be staring into the beautiful eyes of someone who makes you feel weak in the knees, gaining ever more butterflies in your stomach?

Some of them, however, come to life for us: Condanna, the confessor; Sariputta, one of the disciples who is allowed to hear a word similar to that spoken by the Lord to Peter: he compares him to the eldest son of a world ruler, who, following the king, together with him sets in motion the wheel of rulership which this king lets roll over the earth; his friend Maha - Moggallana, the possessor of mysterious miraculous power, whose beautiful account of being called is passed on to us in the Mahavagga.

We get a beautiful picture of an express train supposed to be moving, but where in the picture, as I have heard a friend say, is the energy or the fifty miles an hour?

Soon after the fair, he wrote to a friend about his meeting there a «marvelous man» (vir mirabilis) who had with him a perfectly produced book, one that was exceedingly clean and correct in all of its lettering, with beautiful characters that could be read «effortlessly without glasses.»

I also have extremely accomplished peers and my friends are beautiful in a myriad of ways, both inside and out.

so beautiful, i am having a friend coming over to our home in vermont in february.

I also had some new potatoes from my gardening friends and decided to use them in this creamy parsnip soup from the beautiful cookbook Small Plates and Sweet Treats by Aran Goyoaga, which I want to talk about more in the next post.

Laura's writing style is so uniquely heartwarming and honest, like being in a conversation with a dear old friend, and that tone is very much echoed in the very well - considered, homey recipes and beautiful photography in The First Mess cookbook.

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I'm no baker; (I wish I can make cookies all the time and most of my family / friends live faraway: (so it is expensive to ship int» l. I like to package my homemade treats in beautiful mason jars... they are handy to have use and they can be reused by them!

There's nothing in the world like reconnecting with friends in warm weather over a beautiful dish that brings everyone together!

With a few days in NYC and an absolutely beautiful wedding of two of my oldest friends, this extra long weekend made for some seriously memorable moments that are making me not - so - happy to be on this plane right now.

I have another blogging friend (originally from Texas) who uses bourbon frequently and creatively in her beautiful recipes; I need to know what I'm missing!

As fate would have it, they came to California first and we put together a beautiful day of flowers, food, and new friends at June Taylor's Still - Room in Berkeley.

After telling you that I wasn't in the mood for Mr. Benjamin Button, I changed my mind and decided to watch it — with a little push from my good friend C. I'm so glad I did - what a beautiful movie.

I am babysitting a friend's garden while she's in the UK and this will help me keep from letting any of her beautiful bounty go to waste!

Last year, my friend, Andrew, went from owning 16 things that all fit in a backpack to owning a beautiful canyon home outside of Boulder.

Easter and Passover align again this year, and that means that most of us are making big beautiful holiday meals with family and friends in -LSB-...]

I just returned from a 10 - day trip in Australia's Blue Mountains where I taught a food styling and photography workshop with my friend Luisa Brimble, hosted by the beautiful Sophie Hansen.

thank you, thank you, thank you for: — maintaining such a consistently wonderful blog that brings me a little joy with every new post — writing in a completely endearing way that makes you feel like a far - away friend (slightly creepy, perhaps, but true)-- coming to vancouver to speak about and sign your book, which is exactly as beautiful and chock - full of deliciousness as i could have hoped.

YES, I am so excited to be able to spend the weekend in this beautiful city with my husband and one of my best friends, Haydê.

Just as well my beautiful friend Sarah and I both have our birthdays in October.

Good food, friends and a beautiful locale — there aren't many things in life to top that.

Now I'm yearning for and already mentally planning a weekend of friends and food in a beautiful house...

My friend's wedding was a beautiful fairy tale; one of those you see in a chick flick movie.

«A beautiful exploration of love and loss, and the ways in which unexpected family, new and old friends, and even a spring risotto and warm banana bread can bring comfort, change, and hope.»

Our chilehead friend from Finland, Jukka Kilpinnen, has mastered the technique of bonsai chile plants, as evidenced by this beautiful rocoto plant in a classic bonsai pot.