Sentences with phrase «loud at that story»

We're laughing out loud at these stories of kids revealing family secrets.Parents love hearing the first words and sentences out of the mouths of their children.

I laughed out loud at that story... so something that would happen to me.

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The part of that story that is this story in a messy house at midnight with a loud clock ticking on the wall is what the Greek philosophy books said on that guy's shelf: That more than half a century before the Gospel of John was ever written, more than 500 years before God pulled on flesh and stretched out on straw, Heraclitus was the first Greek philosopher who used that word: Logos.

The film is based on a true story as detailed in Sixsmith's book, The Lost Child of Philomena Lee, and is at once laugh - out - loud funny and excruciatingly sad.

stop buying into the rhetoric coming from the Arsenal PR team, according to Coq there wasn't any locker room issues with Sanchez, beyond the issues created by the uncertainty surrounding his possible transfer, which was caused by the club... like I said many times before Wenger and his propaganda machine created those stories to justify Sanchez's inevitable exit, much like they did many times before... I can only hope that the fans at the Emirates don't give Wenger a moments peace at tomorrow's game... stop being pawns and voice your opinions loud and clear

As someone who finds the dismal story template of how elections would be more interesting if they learnt from the x factor, big brother etc highly annoying laughed out loud at this one, great post.

Consider a typical scene: You have a dozen or more lubricated and temporarily uninhibited adults telling loud, improbable stories at increasing volumes.

What could be laugh out loud quips only raise at most a chuckle and often the dialogue feels like a rush job, tacked onto the end of what is an accomplished story arc.

I laughed out loud at these silly references on multiple occasions, and some of the fun story moments are just as amusing as the gameplay.

We know, for example, when Katniss Everdeen, the spunky female protagonist of The Hunger Games, is faking a reaction or hiding an emotion, not telling a particular story out loud even when its implications are at the forefront of her mind.

Chris Farley lived his life full speed and committed to make everyone around him laugh out loud, and I Am Chris Farley will tell his hilarious, touching and wildly entertaining story for the first time ever — from his early days in Madison, Wisconsin, and at Marquette University, through his w...

The series is at its worst when it decides to focus on loud explosions and CGI battles over characters and story.

When Franco's name was announced, the applause was there, but not as loud as it was weeks before at the Globes, before the story broke wide.

The machinations of the plot are loud and fairly clumsy, with unanswered questions and conveniences that serve the screenwriter but not the story (the growing romance between Neale and Carla feels particularly strained, despite good performances by both Milland and Reynolds), yet Lang molds it into something that is consistently entertaining and at times genuinely enthralling.

The Meyerowitz Stories - I laughed out loud throughout, particularly at the scenes between Stiller and Hoffman.

Why We're Excited: Director Brett Haley is back at Sundance with Hearts Beat Loud, the father - daughter story that is sure to make our hearts burst with joy.

The Nix by Nathan Hill On a recent series of airplane trips, I had a blast reading Nathan Hill's The Nix, which is one of those big, loud, messy novels that tells five different stories at once and does all of them well.

Pearson peoples this tale with a baker's dozen of ne'er - do - well families who occasion loopy stories that are at once laugh - out - loud funny and genuinely poignant.

Ariel is reluctant to speak out loud, fearing that he will burden others with his painful stories, but his stark narrative, both of life at camp and of the harrowing details of how he came to the U.S., reveals a startling depth of character.

Often laugh - out - loud funny, this moving and simply told novella of two Mongolian brothers learning to fit in to a British school tugs at the heart - a unique story of immigration both fierce in its telling and magical in its characters.

For a story that's at its core about grief, I laughed out loud more than I expected to.

My daughter read the story from my book out loud about the popcorn the other night, and she stopped at the end of it, looked up at me with a look I can only describe as pity and said, «I can't believe you thought Daddy was going to put a ring in a bunch of popcorn to ask you to marry him.

The story is one of the best entries in the series, demonstrating the true brilliance of Yakuza being able to make you laugh out loud one second and then have you at the edge of your seat as if you're watching a serial drama the very next.

, 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,

If you haven't followed this exploding / imploding story carried out at the most extreme, and loudest, fringe of climate discourse, the basics were broken by Leo Hickman of The Guardian early today and then aggregated by Keith Kloor, Joe Romm, Anthony Watts, Jason Samenow and others.

I know what your saying, «Enough Ryan, we get it, you're wicked awesome at your job and you like to use metaphors and italics...» I hear you loud and clear and trust me I do have a story that ties this whole «Story Theme» togestory that ties this whole «Story Theme» togeStory Theme» together.

I am at work and I literally laughed out loud at the «Under The Bed» stories.

«By choosing to use such a jarring image to tell the story of how America's first lady «seduced the people of the United States» and «stole the heart of Barack Obama,» as Fuera de Serie describes her,» says Brande Victorian at the website Madame Noire, «it's clear the magazine agrees with that mentality and wants to spread the message loud and clear: todavía estamos esclavos.