Sentences with phrase «leaving arm in arm»

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Rather than leave employees to fend for themselves in a noisy industry, choose a wellness program that will arm them with accurate information and give them the tools they need to get — and stay — healthy.

Only days before his ouster, Bannon reaffirmed, in an interview with a left - leaning political journal, his long - held conviction that the U.S. is locked in an «economic war» with China, and boasted of plotting behind the scenes to take down White House rivals who lacked the courage to join his call to arms.

UNITED STATES - MARCH 04: Illinois Senator Barack Obama, far left, former President Bill Clinton, far right, and New York Senator Hillary Clinton link arms with others in the Bloody Sunday march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama, on Sunday, March 4, 2007.

Three executives from Google's self - driving - car unit left in August, as did Bill Maris, founder and head of Google's venture arm.

Or the tourist in the crowd who doesn't have an arm on her purse but leaves it casually slung off a shoulder.

In February 2016, as he left a supermarket, armed men pulled up and told Arredondo to climb into a white van.

But May is also facing pressure from the many pro-Remain lawmakers in her ranks, who are up in arms over a new «EU Withdrawal» bill that will effectively allow the government sweeping powers to change laws already in force without consulting parliament, once the U.K. leaves the EU.

It also ensures that any nuances in your body are covered (for example, my left arm is half an inch longer than my right) and accounted for in the construction.

Jones» case is different from those of two career foreign service officers, former undersecretaries of state Patrick Kennedy, the department's top management official, and Thomas Countryman, its top arms control officer, who had risen to politically appointed jobs and were asked to leave in January.

But before I slip into the sweet arms of Lethe let me leave you with this quote from Robert Fulghum from All I Really Know I Learned in Kindergarten.

«The forward and back motion of the right arm is in exactly opposite to that of right leg, and similarly for the left arm and leg,» George Tuthill, a physicist at Plymouth State University, who conducted research in statistical mechanics for over 30 years, told Business Insider.

When he prodded (right - handed) Michigan State quarterback Connor Cook to pull his lead elbow (left arm) through in his throwing motion, Whitfield crouched behind the Spartan standout and told him, «Just imagine there's a midget talking shit right here.

Food giant Kraft was dismantled by Peltz in 2012, leaving a weakened company to seek shelter in the arms of Brazil's 3G and combine with venerable HJ Heinz.

EDM was exploding, and yet, during live performances, star DJs couldn't leave their banks of computers and turntables; the best they could manage for onstage theatrics was to periodically throw their arms in the air to strike the much - mocked «Jesus pose.»

One day, an archetype of a gym rat — shaved head, cutoff shirt, veins in his arms like ropes — was doing side - to - side pull - ups: hands close together, looking along the bar rather than facing it, pulling up and alternating bringing his head above the bar on the right side and then the left.

Evodia González Dimas could feel the pain in her left arm getting worse.

But on the left, there's the Tides Foundation, which gives out tens of millions of dollars each year to thousands of left - leaning groups in the US and overseas (including Mother Jones «nonprofit arm, the Foundation for National Progress).

Kyrgyz Republic By Simon Watkins Kurmanbek Bakiyev After a week of defying a provisional government that seized power in an armed uprising that left at least 84 people dead, the Kyrgyz Republic's ousted president, Kurmanbek Bakiyev, resigned and...

Storck was arrested for disorderly conduct along with 43 other people who linked arms in groups of five and left the secure, barricaded area to pray on the street, ignoring police warnings.

I have my AK bouncing around in its customary position on my lap, the barrel resting on my left arm and poking out the window.

We can not depend on our visits from pastors, our chaplains and whoever else wanders in, we leave (maybe frightened, maybe unfulfilled, maybe in dissaray) knowing that whatever and however we understand God, He will definately be there for us and we will be safe in the arms of our bellief system.

Athame, Dark Guardian, Zero, Spyder and Spectre (all pictured, left to right) are trained in martial arts, armed in defensive tactical gear and bullet - proof vests, and are on a mission to protect the helpless.

My experience and observation is that the church is a safe haven for abuse, manipulation, control, bullying, and strong - armed tactics that chew people up and spit them out, leaving countless voiceless victims in its wake.

This breakdown in security and family longevity means children have been forced to look after themselves and their younger siblings leaving them vulnerable to exploitation by traffickers or armed rebel forces.

The Parents should be up in arms and leaving said churches.

The Exodus narrative — that we were slaves to a Pharaoh in Egypt, and God brought us out of there with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm; that a mixed multitude left Egypt with us, which teaches us that freedom is not for us alone — is central to Jewish identity.

But some Bunyan, writing Pilgrim's Progress in a prison where it was so damp that, as he cried, «The moss did verily grow upon mine eyebrows»; some Kernahan, born without arms and legs, but by sheer grit fighting his way up until he sat in the House of Commons; some Henry M. Stanley, born in a workhouse and buried in Westminster Abbey; some Dante, his Beatrice dead, he himself an exile from the city of his love, distilling all his agony into a song that became the «voice of ten silent centuries», or some more obscure and humble life close at hand where handicaps have been mastered, griefs have been built into character, disappointments have been turned into trellises, not left a bare, unsightly thing — such incarnations of fortitude and faith have infectious power.

Reagan the coward ran away and left their blood in the sand and then invited the nascent Taliban into the white house proclaiming they were like our founding fathers and then armed them.

They were a) live with a WMD - armed Hussein regime, b) attack Hussein's forces, weakening them, but leave him in power, c) decapitation — go in, kill Saddam, leave promptly with the assumption that his son or other Baathist elements will take power.

You're like a drug addict who can't handle the world and survives by leaving a needle in your arm with a continual flow of heroin.

That pitch came from the left arm of Ross Baumgarten, a junior high school classmate in a suburb north of Chicago, who went on to pitch for the hometown White Sox and Pittsburgh Pirates.

I stretch out my left arm, the one that is always in pain or numb as a result of the injury, and here comes the rain to me.

He props himself up on an elbow and takes it in, my arms around them both, their whisperings about dancing trees and snow forts, plans for breakfast and pleas for back scratches, the way I am on my left side because of the weight of new life coming soon.

If what you interpret Paul as saying is that before creating all the myriad galaxies and star systems God decided that They would put some humans on the third planet from an insignificant star on a little arm of a middling galaxy and that the first hominids chosen role would be to perform pretty much to spec and do something silly and rebellious (arguably without sufficient information as to consequences for themselves and their off spring, oh, and for serpents) and cause affront to the tripartite godhead warranting separation of Gods grace from all their offspring; then we are left with people being chosen from way back before the Big Bang to do some terrible things like killing babies or betraying Jesus who was chosen on the same non date (time didn't exist before creation) to die in a fairly nasty fashion and thereby appease the righteous wrath of himself and his fellow Trinitarians by paying a penalty as a substitute for all future sins (of believers?)

The merman has lifted her up in his arms, Agnes twines about his neck, with her whole soul she trustingly abandons herself to the stronger one; he already stands upon the brink, he leans over the sea, about to plunge into it with his prey — then Agnes looks at him once more, not timidly, not doubtingly, not proud of her good fortune, not intoxicated by pleasure, but with absolute faith in him, with absolute humility, like the lowly flower she conceived herself to be; by this look she entrusts to him with absolute confidence her whole fate — and, behold, the sea roars no more, its voice is mute, nature's passion which is the merman's strength leaves him in the lurch, a dead calm ensues — and still Agnes continues to look at him thus.

This is such a huge subject that I must beg indulgence, therefore, if I give my space to but a small fraction of the historic faith — namely its main emphases on God, Christ, the Church, and eternal life — and consider only these in our modem context, in the effort to discover what values they may have for men and women who are tossed about in an unsettled world, with an uncertain future, and doomed — almost certainly it seems — to a doubtful truce of arms, at worst to a war which threatens to annihilate man as we have known him and in any event to leave us a bare existence such as we can eke out on a totally devastated planet.

Additionally, Laskar Jihad and the Islamic Defenders Front left the locals in Maluku and Sulawesi better armed and trained to fight returning Christians.

A strange thing happened in Indonesia last fall: The armed Islamic extremists who terrorized churches on the Maluku and Sulawesi islands for nearly three years suddenly left.

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God is standing with Adam and he has seized Adam's arm in his left hand.

... Men walk armed, some with fusees of which they know perfectly the use, others with spears; but the greatest numbers carry only a naked sword in the right hand and a shield in the left.

They are maybe five years old, these three moppets, and I hear Their bus groaning a ways behind me, but they are totally into sculpting Little hills and ridges of leaves, and I can hear them giggling, and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go blinin one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go blinin front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go blinIn the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go blind.

It is what a physician does when a patient worries about a numbness in the left arm or intense headaches.

The maniple, a silk band that hangs over the left forearm, descended directly from the mappula, a large handkerchief carried in the hand or laid across the arm by magistrates and other officials in ceremonial dress.

From the AIDS orphan I held in my arms in India, to the passages of Scripture that seemed to condone genocide, to the persuasiveness of biology textbooks, to my encounters with people of other faiths — my interactions with the world left me wondering if rehearsed answers would be enough to satisfy my doubts about my faith.

Her words puzzled me at the time but weeks or months later, numbed by lack of sleep and overwhelmed by being the whole world to this one little person, my maternal feelings retreated and I was left feeling confused and empty, with a mewling infant in my arms.

Meanwhile, those who have left are just living in the freedom they've been given in Christ, and are blissfully unaware that people like French are all up in arms over their absence in the first place.

With a twinkle in his eye, he would promise Julie that he would leave the music on, see that Sarah had Little Lamb and Trudy tucked safely under her arms, and assure Amanda once again that Large Marge didn't live in the closet.

Go into the parking lot on any given day and you will see: College students lugging heavy cases of bottled water, men in wife - beaters with their brown left arms hanging out the windows of their souped - up pick - up trucks, women in cotton dresses driving a team of horses to the hitching rail (yes, our Wal - Mart has a hitching rail).

I enjoy David's blog, but he lives in Paris, and I would give my right arm (I'm left - handed) to live there too.