Sentences with phrase «big bright sign»

With its bright yellow case, the portable music machine could be spotted from across the pool like a big bright sign that screamed, «I am rugged and cool!»

You are drawn in by the big bright sign, which is impossible to miss at night time whilst driving down Batu Bolong on your scooter.

Not exact matches

this 2nd half of the season has been unlike ANY of the «better» halves we've mustered in recent years as we've seen almost all our squad issues addressed (a decent DM, a reliable GK) and our approach in big games is showing signs of change — the signs of encouragement are much brighter than just us picking up some form to make the CL spots.

The players Wenger signed to strengthen the team, namely Mustafi, Xhaka and Kolasinac are simply not good enough for an aspiring top four team.They along with Czech and Ospina should be the first to be shown the door along with all the players currently out on loan.The Club would take a big bit in terms of resale value but it would free up considerable wages to be utilised in bringing in better quality defenders.Anybody who sees a bright future for Arsenal with Mustafi at Centre Back has my sympathy.

So in a way you could say that Arsenal's chances of completing this big name signing are looking brighter, while on the other hand we have to ask whether the notoriously careful Arsene Wenger would be willing to pay around # 70 million for a player who did not even make Zinedine Zidane's Real Madrid bench for the Champions League final win over Juventus?

On the other hand established players signing for a London team, with the attraction and distraction of the bright city lights, may well become complacent big - time Charlies now that they have made the big time; without the need for the hard work that a more competitive squad would require.

The Air Jordan 11 signs of patent leather elements into the classic Air Jordan 4 shoes outline, Jordan 11LAB4 whole new color red patent leather uppers of shoes has become the biggest bright spot, completely ecstatic presentation dazzle visual impact, off the field, let you easily become the focus of the fall.

What he was not was a bright shiny package with a big red bow and a sign that said «sexy.»

They may as well be wearing big, bright neon signs that read: «Here I am!

On a big black stand with no plants, no signs, and no people, there was a bright yellow supercar.

• Big bright letters make the «Belize» sign a perfect spot to snap a few fun pictures.

As I moved to London, a big, bright blue neon cinema sign near my new home triggered this memory.

, 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,