Sentences with phrase «even near the truth»

haha noooo way its not even near the truth, sorry but you are so smallminded if you gonna argue, nooo its not 11 - 12 years, now its the 3 year, where wenger did nt have to sell a star and reorganize team..

Not exact matches

Well said Simon and telling the plain truth is not and never has been even remotely near to being a rant.

Truth is we are no where near challenging let alone winning the league and even further away from making the champions league semi finals even and keep on making the same mistakes.

Truth be told, EA's Frostbite engine is capable of beautiful things, and we're sure that EA will deliver even more impressive visuals, animation, and physics in the near future.

Things come to a head when a near - crazed Josh crashes an evening at Lincoln Center (where else), in honor of his father - in - law Leslie Breitbart (played with impeccable dry relaxation by Charles Grodin), a revered documentarist in the Wiseman / Maysles vein, who gives a speech on filmmakers allowing the world to offer its truths to them.

Oh Luis we miss you (well we might until we learned the truth) We are still waiting to hear how you «got» your post-doctoral fellowship, please tell us how, when and even more interestingly, how you retained it after you retired... And if you could tell us why you incorrectly identified both the faculty and both of the courses that you «teach» that would be really good, do a lot for your credibility Luis Then we would love to hear more about your work in F1, well actually my chassis development friends working near Banbury are the ones dying to hear.

This is a near universal truth, even for parents with just one child, though I have more.»

Truth be told, I'm not that good a shot, so objective - based modes like this one let me help the team and keep leveing up even if I'm nowhere near the top of the K / D ratios.

Truth be told, EA's Frostbite engine is capable of beautiful things, and we're sure that EA will deliver even more impressive visuals, animation, and physics in the near future.

, 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,

In truth, even if Christmas does bring warmth, it won't matter a whit, and not because the true measurements — based on comprehensive satellite readings rather than from a scattering of thermometers on land and ocean buoys — show 2014 to be nowhere near setting records.

I'll let readers decide how much such an individual can be trusted with speaking anything near the bare, honest, transparent scientific truth in anything climate change, global warming or even energy in general.

But truth be told they will not try to launch for your throat, nest in your hair or even come anywhere near you.