Sentences with phrase «in a loud voice about»

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If he willingly did that as you have implied then I have never found a good explanation for this verse: Matthew 27:46 About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, «Eli, Eli, [a] lema sabachthani?»

For several years now, a chorus of voices (growing larger and louder as we approach the 500th anniversary of Columbus» voyage in 1992) has assaulted every certainty, except the date, about the Columbus story.

Did someone climb to a high place, sacrifice a bull, and yell, in a loud voice, about how nasty S&G were?

So what actually is done by all of us to varying degrees on this blog, and others, is in line with what I put forth about «perfect opportunities to use a very loud voice...», or very direct identification of actual or perceived errors.

About three years ago, I went to a function for my husband's employer, and we were in a very large parking lot filled with lots of people, when I heard very loud and clear, a woman's voice call to my husband from clear across the parking lot, and as she was calling out to him, she was in a full wave.

Eschewing the extremes occupied by the loudest voices in the national concussion and youth sport conversation, the ones who either deny there is a serious issue that needs to be addressed (who they characterize as the «just a knock to the head» crowd) or have become so convinced that contact sports inevitably result in lifelong disability that they are so fundamentally unsafe that they should be abolished, they opt instead for the common sense middle ground - a place where MomsTEAM and I have been all along - a magical place where it is possible to have a «more thoughtful, science - based» dialog about the role of sports in our kids» lives.

I had to leave a small playground earlier than I would have liked because this woman kept going ON AND ON (in a very loud voice) about natural remedies and the evils of Western medicine and how it's screwing up our kids.

The same tools and tactics you use to spread the word about a candidate can work in the policy realm year round, and I bet you'll sound even louder with fewer voices in the room.

We also know that in any political argument about the allocation of resources, the voice of the present can be a lot louder than the voice of the future.

And his voice got louder as he went on, practically shouting at points as he talked about Obama's efforts on issues important to the middle class, which he said parallel what he is doing in New York.

You sensed that this woman is about to say some very unkind words, probably in a loud and strident voice.

The mind is difficult to quiet because it creates the loudest voice in your energy system — one that never stops talking at you, criticizing you, re-living the past, creating anxiety about the future, and blocking the real experiences of life in the present moment.

Never mind all the positive things I COULD have thought about my own appearance, the self - critic in me was (and often still is) the loudest and most obnoxious voice chattering away in my head.

As a teacher, now lecturer it always amazes me that nobody seems to think carefully about acoustics in teaching areas - given that teachers nearly always have to use voice projection rather than microphones and speakers, it can make a huge difference to the teaching environment if acoustics are bad or the sound is dampened such that the teacher's voice is not heard or worse still the noise when clas changes is so loud it becomes impossible to hear.

I shudder to think about how many people in the Facebook group I mentioned at the start of this article were discouraged by the loud voices saying that there's only one way to publish a book.

You sensed that this woman is about to say some very unkind words, probably in a loud and strident voice.

He had turfed them out of their beds himself — all stiff limbs and sullen, bleary faces — and now he could hear them complaining about him behind his back, their voices carrying louder than they realized in the warm, still air.

, 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,

And by all means let's ask Walmart to be a louder voice in public policy debates about energy and climate change.

A new study in Global Environmental Change suggests that the loudest voices of dissent can affect the way researchers who have separately and repeatedly confirmed the reality of global climate change then talk about their own research.

The wonderfully ironic part comes at the end of that release, when Heartland attempts to shame people about these internal documents becoming public... and yet the Heartland Institute wase one of the loudest voices heard against climate disruption during the so - called «Climategate» hacked scientist email scandal (all the scientists involved in that have now several times been cleared of any wrong - doing).

It seems to have occurred to few of the louder voices on the right that the rich might not have a coherent and uniform set of ideas and interests in population, less still that it might be completely unconnected with debates about climate change.

For law firm partners still confused about the moral of this story, ATL's David Lat provides a helpful mantra: «I will not discuss confidential matters, using my cell phone and speaking in a loud voice, on the D.C. to New York Acela train.»

We've reported in these «pages» before about the increasingly loud voices proclaiming that law school is a scam being perpetuated by the dissemination of inflated employment statistics, while encouraging potential students to stay away in droves.

If you care about flexibility but work for a business that doesn't trust its employees to work from home, or you're an introvert working for a company that always listens the loudest voice, you are unlikely to find satisfaction in your work no matter how hard to try.