Sentences with phrase «fragments of life left»

Not exact matches

By providing only fragments from biblical books (in this case part of an oracle from Isaiah, a reassurance from Paul, a parable from Jesus), they leave a suggestive opening, not only to other texts but also to the even more fragmented tissues of our individual lives.

We need your bewilderment at the fragmented on - screen life that leaves many of us feeling scattered and disjointed.

According to her, the research included four of the five functionally distinct carbon pools whose study is recommended by the United Nations (UN) Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC): aboveground biomass (live plants), dead organic matter, leaf litter (layer that contains a combination of fragments of leaves, branches and other decomposing organic matter) and soil (up to 30 centimeters (cm) in depth).

Although Northern Ireland is a much more peaceful place to live; the sinister fragments of the Troubles have left a terrible legacy.

Writing down my hopes, reminiscing on my past, or just noticing the way that the leaves are turning - it's a gorgeous meditation on the fragments of life.

Fragments of Him is a playable interactive narrative where you follow the life of Will and experience how he affected the lives of those he left behind.

Fanny Alliè's practice is built on the experience of living in a city: who you pass by, who you know and who you don't, the fragments left behind in the routine of each day.

Fallah left the sale with diaries, home movies, clothing and other objects chronicling the family's personal history; he then spent the course of the next year sifting through these fragments of the family's life, filling in the gaps where necessary, to create a narrative and build portraits of the family members through painting, sculpture and collage.

The Hours (Dawn, Noon, Twilight, Night)(2014) is one of the most striking; though among the smallest paintings on display, this four - panel work fragments two of the pieces into dissimilar compositions, leaving a pair of small panels seemingly connected by a shared beetle — a symbol of time's passage, life or mortality — which clings to the top of the two works.

As the photographer Walead Beshty observes in his excellent catalog essay, «If her life and career momentarily disappeared into the granite surface of «The Rose,» they reappeared in the fragments and debris it left in its wake.»

I think about it because it shapes everything about my life now, and not just because the bullet fragments in the back of my head and neck leave me in pain.