Sentences with phrase «heard wailing»

In the background Helge's baby can be heard wailing.

After a stint in a furnished - apartment - building apartment with other suddenly singles who can be heard wailing through the walls, two lesbian friends give her the gift of a tour of Tuscany.

Once when the Prophet had been sitting on a tree stump and then abandoned it for a higher seat in order that the increased number of listeners might hear him better, all the audience heard the wailing complaint of the stump, a wailing which continued until the Prophet took the stump in his arms and consoled it as one would console a baby.

Certainly no Cassandra uttering syllables that can't hold onto their meaning — unless one hears her wailing in the howls of Alaska's wolves.

Yet when Arsenal's wealth is pitted against the relative paupers of Hull, we hear no wailing from the losers about the fact Arsenal has spent huge amounts more on players.

I can still hear the wails echoing in the halls of my memory.

Give your child a big hug, tell him you'll pick him up after lunch or nap, and then depart, even if you hear him wailing behind you.

Your brain struggles to pull you back to consciousness as you hear the wailing coming through the monitor.

From the moment he stepped into room 7, I could hear him wailing and moaning.

Who do you want to hear wail Whyyyyyy?

They'll never experience the joy of hearing the wail of their high - revving V - 8s and V - 12s echoing off snow banks.

Lexus GS F: «The powertrain is thrilling, and I downshifted over and over again just to hear it wail above 6,000 rpm.»

You can hear them wail at night over the auto makers packing their new vehicles with electronics.

As I'm going down, I hear a wailing.

Moxie's owners can leave her and enter another room without hearing her wail out of anxiety and fear.

Sometimes it does work, though; walking into a ward and hearing the wailing, screaming and moans of the former inmates lends the abandoned building the atmosphere it needs.

All too often you'd hear wails of despair emanating through the Trusted office after a weird camera glitch led to yet another cheap death in Bloodborne.

Not exact matches

I hear others around me join in an easy, high - pitched wailing song.

When people heard him describe God in such a fashion, many fell to the floor, weeping, wailing, and crying out in terror for their very lives.

«Along with the sound of wise men and shepherds, of the angels and all the heavenly host praising God and singing,» writes Morse, «there is this other sound — the sound of «a voice heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they were no more.»»

As they bury me now six feet there my body lies Still feel like I'm giong down I hear a distant wailing cry God something must've gone wrong And much too late I realize Go to hell

The god helped me not, he took me not by the hand Before I was dead the death wail was finished... When mine enemy heard, his face glowed...

As I settled her into bed to prepare her for sleep, she started crying so hard for no apparent reason and through her wailings, I could hear her repeating the word «cake».

To Hawthorne pubs so full of Ale The 39th street boys begin to wail We hear that sound it is sooo mellow That fugitive thought he'd hide like jello Melotowns not a town in Tennessee It's Portlandia's face easy to see To basketball gods we lay at your feet No Dame that's not right your not worthy but big game James was a faker That's right Dame your a amker and taker of championship rings for Melotowns bride Portlandia's laid back appeal will take in stride Go Blazers!

When a siren goes off midday in Ohakune — a long, keening wail of an old school air raid siren, the kind you hear in films about the Battle of Britain, to be exact — I walk into a hotel and ask a clerk if that's something I should be worried about.

A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.

He did a great job of telling us his story through his wails, but it was the most beautiful cry I had ever heard because he was mine and he was finally here!

Come to find out, they must have selective hearing because even though they'd wake up if I sneezed in another room with the door closed, they will sleep soundly through each other's wailing.

She has this internal sensory thing, I swear, that «hears» me come in, and she immediately wakes up wailing to be nursed... I weaned my first daughter at 13 months, and was one of those moms who thought it was just... selfish and gross... to nurse a child older than, say, 18 months.

No parent likes to hear the distressed wails of their baby caused by routine vaccinations.

No one wants to hear their baby cry or wail in distress.

When you lay him down, he starts his banshee wail which you are positive half the neighborhood can hear.

You don't have to worry about hearing your child's wailing in the next couple of minutes after putting her quietly in the swing.

Wakefulness may be the only clue that he's getting hungry, instead of the full - throated wail heard in most nurseries.

The weeks tick by and so do the milestones: hearing the heartbeat, seeing it wiggle around on the ultrasound, feeling those flutters that you think but can't quite tell are the baby moving, and then that first «thunk» that was definitely a limb wailing around.

Activists and protesters routinely showed up at board meetings to call for his removal, and the train — horns wailing, cymbals crashing — rolled into Albany for a series of dramatic hearings in June that turned into a bruising alley fight on the nature and ethics of the board itself.

Wailing could be heard from within the office of Britain's Commissioner to the European Union, Nick Clegg.

I can't wait to hear the weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth on FOX Faux News.

Then out of nowhere, an eerie wail floats through the trees, an utterance unlike any I have ever heard.

When she first heard her test results, she collapsed to the ground and wailed, she said.

In my bedroom, I can hear my neighbor's small dog barking, the bleating horn of tugboats on the East River, the wail of ambulance sirens and the constant drone of the freeway a block away.

From this point on, Goblin's wailing, strident prog rock score — all susurrations and strums and pounding rhythms, like nothing ever heard before in a horror film — becomes the near ever - present soundtrack to Suzy's nerve - shattering bewitchment.

All you hear is your footsteps as you walk around the town and hearing all of the ghosts wailing in the back.

There is wailing to be heard here, and plenty of it, but in two words Na coyly predicts his audience's reaction to the movie's grim tableaus of a county in spiritual strife.

Acceleration is fierce, accompanied by a wailing, turbocharged whoosh that you seldom hear outside of highly boosted Subaru rally cars.

The next shot from further back is dominated by the thunder emitted from the back of the car, yet you can still hear the chilling wail from the superchargers.

When your boot's into it, the engine sounds like no V6 I've ever heard — the wail sounds like it's from a thoroughbred with twice as many pistons.

The engine comes to life with the kind of growl we like to hear from a six - cylinder, but it quiets down considerably at idle and in normal driving conditions, even though some of its wail gets pumped back into the cabin through the audio system's speakers.

There are those who say the sound my country makes at night, the sound I hear when flying, the sound my nation exhales as it sleeps, is the sound of prayer, the sound of Jesus Christ arising from the basalt in the Rockies, splitting hearts of granite as he shakes off chains of time and is reborn, and there are those who claim the sound my nation makes at night is the metallic hiss of money in the forge or the sound of slavery's jism misspent in anger and assimilation, or that the sound my nation makes is the sizzle of cosmetic simulation, the sound the cutting edge of surgical removal makes, the sound of History slipping into coma, cosmic silence, almost total, through which, in my dream of flying, I perceive a hopeful distant note — the sound my country makes — a note so confirming and annunciatory that it seems to bend into itself, bend into its own impending future like an announcing angel comin» round the mountain, bend the way a shadow bends, conforming to the curvature of Earth, wailing gently through the night.

We hear a lot of wailing and counter-wailing these days about the low quality of some — not all, I said some — self - published work.