Sentences with phrase «congeal out»

In yet another, the Sun did not congeal out of a cold cloud of gas so there was no Earth.

Since this «Big Bang» galaxies, stars and planets have gradually congealed out of the gases released by that unique and momentous cosmic event.

Not exact matches

He reaches into the pocket of his gray jeans, pulls out a square of paper, and unfolds it next to a container of congealing teriyaki chicken.

in the name of thy Lord and Cherisher, Who created - Created man, out of a (mere) clot of congealed blood: Proclaim!

Afterwards you could see a little child's hand stick up out of the congealed mass.

(11) Man We did create from a quintessence (of clay); (12) Then We placed him as (a drop of) sperm in a place of rest firmly fixed; (13) Then We made the sperm into a clot of congealed blood; then of that clot We made a (foetus) lump; then We made out of that lump bones and clothed the bones with flesh; then We developed out of it another creature: so blessed be Allah, the Best to create!

Because it sets up so quickly, it will congeal on the inside wall of your blender, and then when you pour your mixture out, you'll get those rubbery chunks in your final product.

If you have the willpower to hold out until the bars have fully cooled, they become more solidified, the caramel and apples congealing a bit, which makes the bars easier to slice, and / or share, if you're into that sort of thing...

Unlike other rubber «modeling» masks that require you to mix up a chalky powder that congeals into a gel and then dries into a rubber, this one is a two - piece sheet mask that starts out with a rubbery texture.

It certainly has spots where it breaks out of its half - realized side jaunts to deliver worthy scenes of amusement or pith, but for the most part, it plays like a series of barely - connected romantic fantasy bits that don't quite congeal into that truly satisfying and enriching capturing of the spirit of love and infinite possibilities that it seeks to be.

Auerbach once said, that painting itself is «a set of sensations, of conflicting movements and experiences, which somehow, one hopes has congealed or cohered or risen out of battle into being an image that stands up for itself».

Walking among his sculptures in the Linbury Galleries at Tate Britain, where an exhibition opens to the public on Wednesday, the eye keeps snagging on all the bolts and exposed screw - threads, the metal plates and braces, the congealed patches of glue that have oozed out of Deacon's laminated layers of wood, hardboard, lino and other materials.