Sentences with phrase «bringing millions upon millions»

What has been the main course bringing millions upon millions of gamers back everyday is the online multiplayer.

Not exact matches

I do not see Mancini being that man with the players we already have at the club and i do not see the club affording Mancini the millions upon millions of currency needed to purchase the players he would want to bring in.

No... and look even if we're to let Ramsey go, i wouldnt accept anything below # 70 million... anytime we bid for other players, their teams suddenly slaps humongous price upon them but whenever teams want our players, they bring peanuts.

Even though they have spent more than # 150 million in bringing the duo of Gareth Bale and James Rodriguez in two successive summers, the club still rely heavily upon Ronaldo.

He sits on the commercial board and was brought in to succeed former chief executive David Gill after helping to engineer the Glazer's takeover and all its precarious, leveraged details that forced hundreds of millions of pounds of debt upon United.

Just because a company spends millions of dollars each year on marketing in an attempt to bring their brand to mind first when stroller buying decisions are thrust upon you doesn't mean that the new loaded (sometimes overloaded) version that they are pushing at the time is the best choice for your family.

This is a tremendous opportunity for the city, and builds upon a successful history that has brought more than $ 5 million in grants to Hartford.

This from a team that brought in Paul Vallas, the $ 229,000, part - time, «education reformer extraordinaire,» superintendent of schools, whose primary claim to fame, upon arrival in Bridgeport, was to sign more than $ 12 million in no - bid contracts, including contracts hiring many «consultants» who actually worked for his private consulting company, The Vallas Group.

, 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,

Compensation payments from NVICP have averaged $ 782,136 per successful claim through 2011, with an additional $ 113 million dispersed to pay attorney fees and legal costs (the act awards attorney fees and costs for unsuccessful claims provided that the litigants bring their claims in good faith and upon a reasonable basis, as well as for successful claims).

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