Sentences with phrase «magical thing only»

For many people fat loss can seem like this obscure and magical thing only dreamt about in fairytales, but the reality is that fat loss is simple when you know what to do.

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Back then, this mysterious, magical piece of smart technology seemed like the gateway to only fun and positive things: Words with Friends, a star chart app and an archaic version of Instagram, at the time designed for nothing more than applying cool filters to your low - res camera phone photos.

So, not only do we think you're an idiot for actually believing in a magical, all - powerful, invisible man who lives in the sky and demands things of you, we think you're an idiot for turning your back on the teachings of this magical, all - powerful, invisible man who lives in the sky.

Of course there isn't only he saw the magical things etc. lol The followers like other cults (Christianity) self imposed a form of Schizophrenia it seems.

I went through a tough thing where I thought I could only write when it hit me and I was moved and everything was magical, but it just doesn't happen that way.

Once you accustom yourself to accepting invisible magical forces to explain things, it's only a matter of time before you are ensnared by some religion.

Gena is one of the main contributors to the vegan recipes section over on their site, and the pairing of these two recipe geniuses can only mean magical things when it comes to cookbook making.

I mean, that's one of the things that I guess made me want to be a writer; there was something almost magical about that, [that] not only can you put words together in such way that it gets somebody else to have a feeling just by reading it; you don't, but then I realized, you don't have to be there.

Early in his career he went on a quest to find the «magical program» for guys to gain strength... only to realize that no such thing exists.

You can buy all the magical lamps you want but the only thing that will truly polish that diamond in the rough is a dialed in nutrition plan.

(If only the clothes had magical powers to make this sort of thing reality, but you know it's pretty close).

The only thing more magical than getting a brand - new sheet mask is getting an entire box of brand - new sheet masks that you can throw into the air and roll around in like a big ol' pile of money.

The only thing they submit to is an ancient magical crown, which one of the journeyers happens to have.

In essence, Doug not only tells us, but actually shows us, that magical teaching comes down to three things:

That weekend I started it, and then, at about page twenty or so, the magical thing occurred that happens only with the very best books: I became absorbed and obsessed and entered the «Can't you see I'm reading?»

My goal is to present to you only things that are effective for the majority of dogs, and not information intended to sell oils or present some «magical cure - all» for every problem.

The most magical thing about forming this chapter is not only helping animals, but building friendships with fellow compassionate law students.

The only thing more magical than hiking through a jungle in the dark, following a path that must be made of white gravel because it glows faintly in the full moon, is hiking through a jungle in the dark past big black hills — blacker than the sky behind them, blacker than the trees that -LSB-...]

«Traveling can be brutal and harsh, but it could also be wonderful and magical, and only one thing is certain, traveling will make you feel more than you've ever felt before»

Not only does Booker seemingly gain the power without chugging the required drink that is usually associated with these things but he fails to react to suddenly being granted what would essentially be to him magical powers.

When Mario and his friends Link and Kirby try to rescue her, the only thing they find is a magical golden die, which takes them to the underworld.

In panic you can find such easy access to that magical realm where the only things in existence are you and the game.

, 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,

«I saw myself as being one of those guys,» he says, and assumed that if only he could acquire what he thought of as their «superpower» skills — «a magical thing called The Mastery» — he'd be on his way.