Sentences with phrase «everything feel magical»
And it has made everything feel magical.
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With the two of them on my side, I feel as though I have magical superpowers and that anything and everything is possible
but thats not what i'm talking about... i am discussing the god you claim to worship... even if you believe jesus was god on earth it doesn't matter for if you take what he had to say as law then you should take with equal fervor words and commands given from god itself... it stands as logical to do this and i am confused since most only do what jesus said... the dude was only here for 30 years and god has been here for the whole time — he has added, taken away, and revised everything he has set previous to jesus and after his death... thru the prophets — i base my argument on the book itself, so if you have a counter argument i believe you haven't a full understanding of the book — and that would be my overall point... belief without full understanding of or consideration to real life or consequences for the hereafter is equal to a childs belief in santa which is why we atheists feel it is an equal comparision... and santa is clearly a bs story... based on real events from a real historical person but not a magical being by any means!
In this parenting culture where we feel pressured to make everything special, magical, crafty or Instagram - worthy, it's possible some have lost sight of what makes a good and socially acceptable keepsake.
With the two of them on my side, I feel as though I have magical superpowers and that anything and everything is possible
It is much easier for me to describe what I didn't like about Mulberry SS14, namely the strapless bodices (above) which I'm just not quite feeling, because everything else was magical!
There is something magical about the feeling of spring in Chicago like everything is waking up.
The world feels grounded and makes the magical have a context - instead of making everything over-the-top and never having the power of that transition between the two.
Super Mario Galaxy 2 feels like they took everything that they established and made work in the first Galaxy game and then improved on it, or stretched out different possible scenarios and ideas to the point where even from what little I got to play of the game, it felt like one of the most magical, inventive games imaginable.
The film launched a new wave of Hong Kong filmmaking and you can feel its influence in everything from Bruce Lee's martial arts thrillers of the 1970s to Jackie Chan's Drunken Master films to the Tsui Hark - led new wave of high energy, special effects laden adventures in 1980s Hong Kong, and of course, the Oscar winning Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Ang Lee's tribute the magical, colorful genre that King Hu reinvented with this film.
In a visually soothing array of pastel colors, it rides its loopy whimsical story in a cartoonish way till it crash lands with a feel - good ending that doesn't know how to end without overdoing its magical charm to make everything seem OK even if it's not.
If you should decide to write a novel about a topic you know almost nothing about, a scholarly discipline requiring years to master, if you feel compelled to set the story in a land you've scarcely visited, during an era you can only dimly conjure from childhood reading and yellowed clippings, if you have followed your hyperactive and petulant imagination down a rabbit hole and there gazed at glowing, magical projections of inverted pyramids and pith - helmeted lunatics and pharaohs with unconventional appetites, but found little by way of actual knowledge, rest easy, because at the British Museum you will make a new friend: an expert who not only knows everything, but who is required — yes, required — to answer all your e-questions, no matter how many, how foolish, how wrong - headed, fantastic, or...
My first visit to Virgin Beach was in 2004 where everything about this place felt magical, deserted, out of this world, postcard picture scenery.
All you do is try and make everything work, and if you get it right everything falls into place and it feels magical and you are transported into this world with this characters and this gameplay that all fits.
Super Mario Galaxy 2 feels like they took everything that they established and made work in the first Galaxy game and then improved on it, or stretched out different possible scenarios and ideas to the point where even from what little I got to play of the game, it felt like one of the most magical, inventive games imaginable.
, 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,
Everything about it is magical, and I just adore the fresh, cozy feeling of our home during the holidays.