Not exact matches
Similarly, you can possibly train a baby to lie quietly
in bed rather
than to cry out for a parent, but you won't meet the need that triggered the cry — whether that need is for breastmilk or just
human company and reassurance.
«One hopes,» Repcheck writes, «that he had at least a glimmer of the ultimate impact of his achievement as he lay on his
bed after his stroke
in the winter of 1543, waiting to meet his God, whose beautiful creation he had seen more clearly
than any
human before him.»
It's Spider, but it's at once more and less expressionistic
than David Cronenberg's film — and while the long, quiet, empty reaches of living
in the giant abandoned warehouse of a mind
in flux is a constant melancholy the two films share, there is something
in Stroszek, crystallized
in the haunting image of a premature baby pawing at its
bedding, that does more to traumatize the
human condition.
The striking, handsome, Irish blonde brawler's hotter
than Hell, and when he takes you to
bed with him he'll make your body feel like Heaven; he's a car - crash of a stud, a heady
human hurricane who'll wrap you up
in his stormy, steamy madness and then leave you cold — begging, screaming for...
But honestly,
in this case an Amazon killbot seems more reliable
than a
human who might have gotten up on the wrong side of the
bed or taken offense at my wee - beady eyes.
Who would have thought even ten years ago that sleeping
in a dog
bed would look more comfy
than our own
human beds?
When a dominant dog sleeps on the people's
beds, the dog may consider herself equal or greater
in leadership
than the
humans in the house.
As her camera focuses
in on pores of skin, body hair and midriff tattoos, she reflects on Walter Benjamin's dictum that «to do without people is for photography the most impossible of renunciations,» and narrates her ensuing retreat from the
human figure, until her «subjects constituted little more
than the dust on [her] bookshelves or the view under the
bed.»