The whole game literally feels
like a fog until you get to the Sanctuary Fortress.
Not exact matches
«The Spirit is
like breath, as close as the lungs, the chest, the lips, the
fogged canvas where little fingers draw hearts, the tide that rises and falls twenty - three thousand times a day in a rhythm so intimate we forget to notice
until it enervates or
until a supine yogi says pay attention and its fragile power awes again.
The threat of being «scooped» hangs over the room
like an ominous
fog,
until looking at the latest table of contents in the major journals is enough to make your heart race.
Like many people with autoimmune disease, I suffered from debilitating fatigue, hair loss, stomach pain, coldness, brain
fog, acid reflux, and a countless list of other symptoms
until I took charge of my own health.
its made an unbelievably huge difference for me and i managed to heal my epilepsy and hashimotos disease (with all the accompaniing symptomps
like severe hair loss, weight gain, constant fatigue, brain
fog, severe anxiety and panic attacks, IBS, grand mal seizures, status epilepticus and so on...) which so many doctors around the world told me i have to live with
until i die because there is no cure for these diseases, they just wanted me to take pharma drugs wich in the end did way more damage then they helped with the symptoms.
Aarn Farmer: Yep, and it was — it was
like, you know — it's a vicious cycle that you don't realize that you're in because, you know, just
like the frog that's in the pot of boiling water that heated that degree and the pot just — you know, the
fog just stays in there
until it boils to death.
Feig, who lets the actors run free with the material before that central story kicks into gear, seems uncertain of how to balance the humor with the plotting and effects (which are fine
until the climax, when all of the action looks
like its set against a digital
fog machine).
I felt
like I was reading it through a
fog - I knew there were shapes out there but couldn't be quite sure what they all were -
until they eventually came into focus.
Reading it was
like navigating in a
fog - clearly there were shapes out there but it was difficult to be sure what they were
until one came right up against them and they fell into focus.
The minute water drops collect more
fog, growing
like weeny snowballs
until they are heavy enough to roll down the mounds into waxy, hydrophobic (water - repelling) channels.