Sentences with phrase «little friends who»

We've got a little friend who's taken a liking to our compost pile — Squirmy the snake.

«If your firstborn has a little friend who is a big brother or sister, have your child play at their house for an hour or so to experience what a baby will be like.»

My little brother was invited along on this deal with his little friend who was a girl.

«Creed was trying to crawl back to his little friend who was already dead, it's just the loyalty in him.»

Not exact matches

However, there's a type of boss out there who tries a little too hard to be a friend to one or more of his employees, and this type of boss can cause some real problems in the workplace.

«And then when I mentioned it on Facebook I had a few friends who said, «We want to chip in a little bit, too.»»

When I stopped by the Horseshoe, he was buying drinks for everyone who showed up — friend, acquaintance or media — urging people to try out a bike or enjoy a complimentary taco and then settling in the back of the club when the music started: a couple of little - known local indie bands played, and Broken Social Scene member Brendan Canning — dressed as if he'd just arrived from Wimbledon's centre court — did a DJ set.

Trump doesn't care; he built a nice little landing pad for his friend Roger Ailes, the disgraced chairman of Fox News who left the company because of his habitual mistreatment of female employees and landed on his feet in the Trump campaign.

My friend from Colorado who has lived in Seoul for nearly ten years always referred to «a thousand little paper cuts» that build up when you're abroad.

«He's an egomaniac devoid of all moral sense» ---- said the society woman dressing for a charity bazaar, who dared not contemplate what means of self - expression would be left to her and how she would impose her ostentation on her friends, if charity were not the all - excusing virtue ---- said the social worker who had found no aim in life and could generate no aim from within the sterility of his soul, but basked in virtue and held an unearned respect from all, by grace of his fingers on the wounds of others ---- said the novelist who had nothing to say if the subject of service and sacrifice were to be taken away from him, who sobbed in the hearing of attentive thousands that he loved them and loved them and would they please love him a little in return ---- said the lady columnist who had just bought a country mansion because she wrote so tenderly about the little people ---- said all the little people who wanted to hear of love, the great love, the unfastidious love, the love that embraced everything, forgave everything, and permitted everything ---- said every second - hander who could not exist except as a leech on the souls of others.»

It is time to start asking some hard questions of your traditional sources of information who have been feeding you disinformation to keep you off guard about what certain bullion dealers have been doing with» a little help from their friends.»

Confession time here: although I don't usually end up at places such as drunken parties, stripper bars and porn shops while hanging out with friends, since those activities and places hold little appeal for me, I know I need to stay away from certain «religious» people, those who seem to love only themselves and who seem hell - bent on being nasty to people they describe as «sinners», supposedly in the name of truth - telling.

We saw the names of some who had been students at the local high schools and community college; we saw the names of friends with whom we had grown up, members of our track teams and little league; some of us saw the names of family members.

This has little to nothing to do with your friends who were BOTH married at the time..

Unfortunately, her reply is little more than a show of concern for herself and her friends, and the fact that we are once again faced with an accused person in a ministry position who spews indigation without the slightest attempt to engage by offering counterpoints or supported statements lends still more credibility to Julie's account.

Little by little, though the irresistible development of those yearnings you implanted in me as a child, through the influence of gifted friends who entered my life at certain moments to bring light and strength to my mind, and through the awakenings of spirit I owe to the successive initiations, gentle and terrible, which you caused me to undergo: through all these I have been brought to the point where I can no longer see anything, nor any longer breathe, outside that milieu in which all is madLittle by little, though the irresistible development of those yearnings you implanted in me as a child, through the influence of gifted friends who entered my life at certain moments to bring light and strength to my mind, and through the awakenings of spirit I owe to the successive initiations, gentle and terrible, which you caused me to undergo: through all these I have been brought to the point where I can no longer see anything, nor any longer breathe, outside that milieu in which all is madlittle, though the irresistible development of those yearnings you implanted in me as a child, through the influence of gifted friends who entered my life at certain moments to bring light and strength to my mind, and through the awakenings of spirit I owe to the successive initiations, gentle and terrible, which you caused me to undergo: through all these I have been brought to the point where I can no longer see anything, nor any longer breathe, outside that milieu in which all is made one.

I will promote this little article of yours on Facebook cos I know some friends who'd like to hear this!

Although American Catholics have many friends and relatives who are Protestants, yet they know so little about Protestantism and show no great desire to know more.

For the next few weeks, I'll be getting by with a little help from my friends — specifically, some of my favorite bloggers, who have contributed challenging, thoughtful, and beautifully - written posts.

Where are the friends of truth who will not allow us to enjoy our little illusions?

And yet, I have many friends who are convinced he's a Muslim, or that he's pretending to be a Christian for political gain... and, of course, they have very little to base this on.

The word «chalet» was at times a little misleading for American friends who crossed the pond to see what the event was all about.

One of these dubious deterministic friends of religion is a former student of mine named Huston Smith, a pleasant, likeable person, who enjoys his complex view, in which he finds places for a number of recent writers, though he knows how little some of us agree with it.

Josh Hart, who is the brother - in - law of 18 - year - old Allen Wright, said the teen had left a friend's house a little after midnight to walk home.

Every time I see a cross, I regret that there are SO many people who have so little faith in humanity that they require a mental crutch in order to make them everything that they are not without this imaginary friend.

Posted on Nice read, I just pseasd this onto a friend who was doing a little research on that.

GTU is a bored little kid who has no friends and loves being a sh!t here.

I protect kids for a living, do everything I can to help ALL people, respect all life and give everybody their dignity, give my time and resources to help others, complain little, hurt nobody, want minimal things for myself and often go without, sacrifice for family, friends and community, but because I do not think there is a deity in the sky, I'm going to Hell while some selfish, ignorant, mean, destructive, abusive and hateful person who says, «Sorry» to God at the end of their life goes to Heaven.

Even tried to just have friendly chats with her and in those chats the topic of my best friend who died in a car accident in high school came up briefly... little more than a mere mention.

(A really good friend who is an atheist may from time to time probe a little: «Do you really believe that...?

I would make it a point to seek out those who need a little help, a little love, and be their friend.

You know the type: all justice, no joy; all the love in the world for the poor and downtrodden, but very little sympathy for friends who order Coke instead of fair trade organic soya - soda at the bar.

I grew up in Africa, and when I was little, there was this lovely Roman Catholic grandmother who was a friend of the family.

I have a friend here in New Zealand, a young Asian girl, who once gave me a little Buddha to protect me, and told me I had a gentle heart.

I was speaking with a friend who has spent some time in the Contemporary Christian Music industry (they wouldn't want me to use their name here, but if you've spent any time listening to CCM, you'd be familiar with it) who let me in on a little secret: A lot of Christian songs aren't written by people who would claim to be Christian.

Of the dozen or so friends who were online at 9 p.m. the night before Thanksgiving — most of them men — three suggested that I cut the butter into little slivers and stick it through the air slits, which turned out to be a good idea except that my air slits ended up looking more like giant gashes through which butter was bleeding out of my pie.

This little book is written as a reply to my many friends who have asked me, in the midst of conversations going in various directions.

They picked up the idea and continued it... SO in a way Santa lives on even today... So who is to say that Santa does not exist, when the spirit of Santa lives on in parents, and families and relatives, and friends... at least a little in all over the parents and familys, and friends, that exchange gifts on Christmas...

People are fed up with leaders and friends who talk learnedly and officiously about God but show little evidence of being interested in God.

The reasons are complex, but this seen is obvious to me: people are fed up with leaders and friends who talk learnedly and officiously about God but show little evidence of being interested in God.

People are fed up with leaders and friends who tell them what to do, talk at them about what to do but show very little interest in who they are.

Many things in this story seem like coincidences: that I happened to get interested in James Joyce and ask my Catholic friend about chasubles; that I and my boyfriend Steve, now my husband, happened to meet the same Polish Capuchin in little Broken Arrow; that the priest who prepared us for marriage ten years later happened to be a Polish Dominican from the priory in which the Krakow seminar was held; that Prof. Russell Hittinger happened to come to Tulsa, which led me to Poland and to First Things, all of which played a part in bringing my parents into the Church.

I have a friend with two little boys who are a few years older than my kids.

Now that the weight of the manuscript is lifted from my shoulders a little bit (although the work doesn't stop here), there will finally be some more time for all the things that often get neglected when a big project takes over one's life — more beach hangs with the fam, catching up with friends who've long declared me a hermit, grilling outside until sunset, and long, leisurely breakfasts, like this one.

Actually, there are 900 calories in that little bottle and I had a friend who used to POUR it over her popcorn.

Favas with a little salt for starters, then pasta with a sauce of favas and proscuitto master - minded by our friend Bob who knows his Italian cuisine, followed by grilled halibut with, you guessed it, marinated favas.

Helen also brings us some Ginger Cookies (32) which recently got a the seal of approval from her daughter Kipper and her little friends, who polished off a plate of them when their parents weren't looking!

Third, I need a few recipes that provide a little extra because there is always a neighbor, teacher, family member, or good friend who needs additional love around the holidays.

Sometimes you just have to live a little, we have friends who started with dessert first before dinner one time, it was fun.

With an 8 - 5 schedule, and little time to bake just around the corner, this weekend I decided to belly - up to my stove and make a batch of cookies as a thank you to those friends who have helped me during my 8 month much - needed break.