Sentences with phrase «fish out of water love»

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Set out on a fishing trip or set up camp at the beautiful Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area, or stay at the Great Wolf Lodge to take advantage of their massive indoor water park that families will love to take advantage of year - rWater Gap National Recreation Area, or stay at the Great Wolf Lodge to take advantage of their massive indoor water park that families will love to take advantage of year - rwater park that families will love to take advantage of year - round.

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Older man / very active / sagatarius / love of life extreme out doors person / Sail boating, water skiing, scuba diving, Sport fishing, camping, playing with fast boats.

spontainious, fun loving person, love animals, sports, movies, raceing, water, boating fishing, cassinos, looking for last love of my life, love family, friends, like to travel, love eating out, or cooking homemade, love to cuddle, hold hands, kiss, am a 1 = person, person, don't... play games,...

hi I am a artist and a jack of all trades master of none I love the out doors fishing, camping, hiking all of it I also luv being on the water I am a smart - ass and full of energy love to crack jokes and make people laugh love taking long rides to know where just to see new sites I am devorced have 2...

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He is a fish out of water, who manages to just about land on his feet, when he lucks out into a romance with the mesmerising Satine, but he is willing to hang onto that love for as long as he possibly can.

The Shape of Water, director Guillermo det Toro's «fish out of water» love story, led all nominees when the nominations for the 90th Annual Academy Awards were announced this morning, receiving thirteen, including Best Picture and both Best Director and Best Original Screenplay for del Water, director Guillermo det Toro's «fish out of water» love story, led all nominees when the nominations for the 90th Annual Academy Awards were announced this morning, receiving thirteen, including Best Picture and both Best Director and Best Original Screenplay for del water» love story, led all nominees when the nominations for the 90th Annual Academy Awards were announced this morning, receiving thirteen, including Best Picture and both Best Director and Best Original Screenplay for del Toro.

Again, it is unusual for a fish - out - of - water character to find such a good friend as well as a love interest, alternatively, it is unusual for an interpreter / intermediary character to be so prominent and three - dimensional.

Hyde Park on Hudson is two stories: one is a bizarre, deeply misguided «love story» about a mistress; the other is a charming fish - out - of - water story set on a historical stage.

I love fish - out - of - water stories of ordinary people in extraordinary situations, especially if those situations delve into the unexplained.

I have had 2 Choc Labs who of course LOVED the water, couldn't keep them out of the backyard fish pond....

Part love story, part fish - out - of - water travel adventure, Oh Mexico!

, 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,

I don't think my cat would stay out of a pond with fish in it either, but I love the idea of a little patio pond with running water.