Sentences with phrase «faint whispers of»

Come November and the faint whispers of winters are here.

Quasars turn out to be prodigious broadcasters of radio emissions, issuing faint whispers of smooth jazz and shadow traffic from across the inky vastness of Space.

If there is ever even a distant, faint whisper of shame or embarrassment, we go M.I.A.

The doughnuts are ensconced in a thin glaze with the faint whisper of fresh, herbal basil.

Slovic calls affect a «faint whisper of emotion» that creeps into our decisions.

This is especially true for astronomy, where giant telescopes are the essential tools for studying the faintest whispers of cosmic energy.

with the faintest whisper of pink, it's perfect for a french manicure.

Then, as we round a turn, the horizon ahead brightens with a faint whisper of orange.

By removing advertising imagery and obscuring it behind layers of plexiglass, the artist reduces the advertisement to a faint whisper of its former self.

Not exact matches

These are questions that we ask ourselves, and the only answer that gives itself back to us in the faintest of whispers is Love, better yet, a person so smitten by a deep and personal love for Christ that he himself becomes the Lover of Lovers.

i remember reading on twitter a little while back someone mention that we were in talks with a big name player in germany, that the talks were getting under way back then and said it could talk a while to iron out, when i read the tweet (it very much reminded me of when we signed ozil just a faint whisper on twitter and then it just happened) real under the radar stuff, this could be it coming to its end game and boom mr x signs on the dotted line.

The rosy tint is faint, but prominent enough to wear solo, with a whisper of shimmer that is certainly more subtle than the sparkle - filled balms of my formative years.

There's something divine about holding a book in your hand; the faint scent of ink and paper, the whisper of a turned page, the weight of a book clasped to your chest as you imagine the world woven from its words.

Marden's early paintings box the viewer into the moment of encounter, offering at most a sliver of spattered canvas along a picture's bottom edge — like a faint crack of light beneath a door — as a whispered invitation to ponder the work's material history and creative context.

Upon reflection, one also feels the faint echo of her early years studying in Paris, the whisper of Picasso and Chagall, the heartbeat of the Paris of our dreams, made fresh by contemporary language and a finely honed vision.

Become aware of each and every sensation, paying close attention to any faint whispers from your «gut instinct.»