Sentences with phrase «ended up dead because»

As I said before, I ended up dead because I couldn't see an enemy, but worse than that was the time I walked directly in front of one and he didn't even notice me.

Early visitors to the Arctic sometimes ended up dead because they couldn't paddle their way to safety.

Then they end up dead because no one wants a something - doodle with hip problems that require a $ 2000 surgery.

Not exact matches

«We are speaking up now because we are disappointed and frustrated; we feel we have hit a dead end in trying to influence the company quietly from the inside,» the Kapors wrote.

If you continue to mock Christians because they happen to believe this, and waste time trying to say they are deluded and quote those now dead, like Carl Sagan, as experts on the non = reality of the hereafter, you will end up like Carl Sagan.

I'm always so glad to see the end of the school year, not just because I'll no longer have to get up at the crack of dawn to rouse children that are dead to the world, but also because after the stressful month of May I just need to decompress.

Just running and ignoring his team mates, runs into a dead ends ending up losing possession because the chance is gone.

My current clean - up for today involves a child who only radomly uses the potty including leaving her «leavings» on the persian rug, an entire bag of dog biscuits has been upended, finding all of the seats for the couch, which seem to be a never ending prop for games, 3 days worth of food & crumbs, clothes strewn everywhere because the children refuse to keep clothes on (even though its dead winter here) the «Baby Gate» is missing the gate part, as my children ripped it full force from its hinges.

Most disturbingly, she said he had begun expressing the belief that he might be better off dead, because at least then he would no longer be a burden to his family and community and, if his brain ended up in a jar next to those of other athletes who also had CTE, perhaps he might find a place in medical history.

Thank goodness because she ended up dead a few years later in a house fire after a drunken party.

Douglas Kellner, the Democratic co-chairman of the New York State Board of Elections, said that the board's enforcement of election laws — such as rooting out an LLC that is merely a straw donor set up to give a gift — is hampered because LLC paperwork can create a dead end.

They can end up out of work because they've ended up in a dead end.

For someone like this the decision to be exclusive will often involve closing their dating account because they've found the road that didn't lead to a dead end but opened up to future happiness.

I spent countless hours seeking out matches, then talking to many women and planning dates through the week that ended up as dead ends because I didn't have the time to conduct proper due - diligence.

In the end you preach art and intellectualism but you pander religiously to an invisible barely recognizable audience who are made up of knuckle - dragging brain - dead troglodytes who endlessly whine about everything because it «s easier to smash something down then build it up.

If you're geared up for The World's End (and you should be because it's great), then I recommend watching the first two parts of the «Cornetto Trilogy», Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz.

How many of those dogs end up dead at the hands of their owners, or discarded for others to «rescue» because they don't make the cut?

Too many animals end up in shelters, and dead because people don't take the time, patience and sacrifice to learn this stuff.

I dread the aftermath of this movie and pity the poor dogs who will be caught up in this and end up dead, chained in back yards or locked up all the time because no one can handle them.

But sometimes (more times than not) the game will refuse to lock on and you'll end up losing all your momentum or seeing all your rings bounce away because you got hit by an enemy who should've been dead.

, 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,

But since the tiles are staggered, I'm kind of at a dead end because I can't figure out how to stencil and stay within the grout lines (the stencil would end up going over the grout lines and the grout lines would basically bisect the pattern on one side).