Sentences with phrase «like sand between»

Many cats don't like the perfume in scented litters, still others don't like anything that doesn't feel like sand between the toes.

You see new things, hear new sounds, smell new smells, taste new foods and feel new things — like sand between your toes or the ancient stone of a centuries - old fort.

Not exact matches

Between them and the B.C. coast, a lattice of proposed pipelines pumping crude from tar sands to coast, and pumping back the imported kerosene - like condensate needed to process the tar sands.

Yes, we have run frantically back and forth between the gods of the «up and out» and the «down and in,» like Hagar searching desperately for water among the hills of Mecca, even as the infant Ishmael's kicking heels opened the clear - flowing spring of Zamzam in the sands of the valley.

@Kentgwen The differences between denominations within Christianity are like the differences in grains of sand.

Rub some of the mixture between your palms so that the butter breaks up into even smaller chunks and the mixture looks like coarse sand.

Halve the leek and rinse meticulously between the leaves, where grit and sand like to cling.

And so, in my attempt to cling on a little more to the last days of Summer, in my efforts to take me back to the beach, wishing I could walk barefeet with the sand between my toes once more — I'm taking all of us momentarily to Brazil, through introducing you to a classic snack that Brazilians like to have for breakfast or tea.

Every time I take a sip all I can think about is basking in the warm sun, sand between my toes and the soft ocean breeze against my face... It's like paradise in a glass!

O'Rourke says, you can provide an example like this... «I'm feeling angry so I'm going to close my eyes and picture a warm beach with bright blue water and soft warm sand between my toes.

Understanding what happens at the places sand is mined, the places sand is used and the many points in between which experience loss, benefits or harm is within reach using research frameworks like telecoupling — which allows researchers to understand socioeconomic and environmental interactions over distances.

«It's moving through the tiny pores between the sand grains and it gets smeared, like grease on a tie.»

CO2 also acts kind of like dishwashing liquid; it scours out oil lurking between grains of sand.

I admire Einstein's ability to write beautifully about simple things, like why the tea leaves collect in the middle of the cup when you stir it, and why there is a place on the sand between the water and the beach where it is easiest to walk.

«You can think of [the relationship between nickel and palladium] like having magnets in a sandbox... if there is sand in the sandbox, the magnets will remain stuck and can not move to each other.»

I just kind of rubbed it like I had like s — a piece of sand between my fingers.

Evan Brand: I just kind of rubbed it like I had like s — a piece of sand between my fingers.

Every time I take a sip all I can think about is basking in the warm sun, sand between my toes and the soft ocean breeze against my face... It's like paradise in a glass!

And between the delightfully wide array of literary offerings - by 1956 they had printed over 1,000 titles - and the color - coded covers (scarlet = contemporary classics, mauve = ancient classics, sand = poetry, dark green = 18th century...), browsing their collection leaves you feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store.

Your opening sentence demonstrated that you don't know the difference between «number,» which is used to describe things that can be counted, such as fenceposts and birds, and «amount,» which is used to describe something functionally impossible to count, like water or sand.

There's nothing like a little sand between your toes.

Newell Beach, Port Douglas - nothing says vacation like «beachfront», the very word has sand sifting between your toes.

Discover what makes this island the connective tissue between the past and the present, like Hale O Lono Beach, a large white sand stretch on the south shore, which was once an ancient Hawaiian place of worship.

What's It's Like: A renovated 1940's beach retreat, this guesthouse presides over a wide stretch of sand between San Juan's resorts and... Read More

Dos Playas has a stunning location between two white - sand beaches for a memorable stay, and you'll also find amenities like a charming palapa - style restaurant, a swimming pool, and a sundeck with panoramic beach and ocean views.

If you like to party the night away nearby Laganas is home to a huge variety of bars and clubs, including beach bars where you can sip drinks from your lounger in the day before dancing with the sand between your toes through the night.

You take the short flight to Bali and connect to a speedboat to whisk you away from the crowds, checking into a small island resort right on the beach, like the Vamana Resort for 4 nights of beach bliss with sand between your toes, scuba diving and romantic dinners on the beach!

Among our list of the 5 best hotels in Surin Beach are those places which take full advantage of the area's beautiful natural surroundings, particularly those which are night on the sand, putting nothing between you and an idyllic beach holiday, just like you always dreamed of.

Our beach villas are ideally situated for those who like to feel sand between their toes, a fresh sea breeze on their face, and fall asleep to the hypnotic sound of breaking waves.

, 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,

Briefly: Kanter, though he does not fling paint like Pollock, uses calligraphic black and white marks against the white, non-negative void; Sloane continues his Herculean examination of the darkest, densest fields of early de Kooning; Paulson, darker still, studies the lines between the figure, the landscape, and oblivion (Thompson) like disappearing tracks in the sand.

I think it «s time to draw a line in the sand dude, between the sort of low - brow, unintellectual, cheap, rock star BULLSHIT peddled by the likes of mass media WHORE - mongers to the genuine god given gifts of visionaries, performers and those who have a message and a wish to change the world — whether there be recrimination, rewards, RESURRECTION, fire, persecution, loneliness - death in obscurity or a bullet in the back... There is a big difference between those who seek only to divulge their weak interests for self indulgence and those who seek only to communicate with HONESTY and TRUTH.

In a city exploding with new residents, challenged by the task of providing amenities like electricity and trash collection to its ever - growing population, with huge gaps between rich and poor and an unsettling dichotomy between the white sand beaches of Ipanema and the crowded favelas creeping up the once - green hills, the priorities of these young people ring true for each and every one of us in the room.

I don't sand between coats (like it says to) unless it doesn't feel smooth.

Painting the vanity was pretty easy, I washed the cabinets with soap and water to make sure there was no dirt on them, I lightly sanded them, seriously I just took some sand paper and went over them like I was wiping them down, dusted the cabinet off, primed them by rolling the paint on with a small foam roller, let it cure for 24 hours and then rolled the black paint on with a small foam roller, waiting 24 hours between each coat.