Sentences with phrase «bright the room ended»

Love the wall color and how bright the room ended up.

Not exact matches

The songs been completed the babe's in her arms Both teary eyed parents are moved by it's charms The song appears ended at least in this room But I'll hear it eternal with other bright moons.

After my fitting room sesh, I ended up pulling the trigger on the tassel top and the bell sleeve top, plus — not pictured here — this off the shoulder top, an off the shoulder striped dress and a bright red dress.

To reach the border, we each had to enter a separate bright white room with a door at the far end and a single metal chair in the corner.

On a brighter note, the Ameo offers an extra 2 cm shoulder room over the other two cars and also boasts of the best ingress, both ends.

INDOOR LIVING - Bright living and dining area opens to the garden and makes a great social hub - Opulent double jacuzzi extends right into the living room - Fan - cooled space with hardwood floors, comfy chairs, satellite - channel TV, and dining for six - Stylish interiors feature artwork, antique carvings and two ornate timber doors - Feature staircase spirals up to the master suite OUTDOOR LIVING - 12 - metre swimming pool - Large comfortably furnished balé hung with billowing white drapes - Private walled garden with lush lawn, shaded sun loungers and bursting with tropical foliage - Massage pavilion at the far end of the pool Beachside deck with thatched balé shared with Villa Raj

The villa's great room is a bright, inviting space that opens to the terrace via nearly wall - to - wall windows at one end.

But with the exchange rate so favorable, upgrade to one of the big bright corner rooms (numbers ending in 18 on floors 1 - 4) for about $ 80 more.

«Localized Histories,» the new exhibition in Artpace's Hudson (Show) Room, begins, comes full circle, and ends with Linda Pace's «Orange Crush,» a large, multimedia wall collage comprised of everyday objects ranging from stuffed animals to Tide detergent bottles — all in bright shades of orange.

, 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,

On the main level enjoy the open floor plan with great room, open kitchen / gas stove, breakfast bar, dining room, bright kitchen nook, large laundry area, GRANITE COUNTERS THROUGHOUT, brand new high - end laminate

At the far end of the family room, blend - into - the - wall white storage cabinets offer function without adding visual weight for a bright, airy space.

Rather than trying to brighten a dark room with bright colours (which may seem like the logical thing to do), pale or vibrant colours just end up looking dull and drab if the room is naturally dark.