Sentences with phrase «magical things really»

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Speaking as a cartoonish version of himself, Zuckerberg showed viewers some of the damage caused by the recent powerful storms, mentioning, «One of the things that's really magical about virtual reality is you can get the feeling that you're really in a place.»

Some are honest with how things REALLY are and some choose to close their eyes and believe in a magical story.

This thing about arming the population is ridiculous and really is just magical thinking.

Things that make me really happy include: bomb smoothies, magical things, life hacks, foods with benefits, and nut buThings that make me really happy include: bomb smoothies, magical things, life hacks, foods with benefits, and nut buthings, life hacks, foods with benefits, and nut butters.

I know that for a lot of people birth seems like this magical process (or at least seems like it ought to be) but all these people are losing sight of the fact that it's really a very ordinary thing.

«The analysts are really magical in the things they can pull out of the data to give us a clearer picture of things,» said Parker.

I really believe those probiotics did some magical trick — although I'm sure some of the other things I did helped as well — because the first time I did it, after the burning came and went, the pain was completely gone and has not returned since.

I really believe those probiotics did some magical trick — although I'm sure some of the other things I did helped as well — but as soon as I used the probiotics, after the burning came and went, the pain was completely gone and has not returned since.

Vests really are magical things.

A bit slow at times, the magical, exciting showdown speeds things up really well, leading to a heart - warming solution.

A 2D arena battler, Extreme Exorcism has players killing each other with everything from baseball bats and shotguns through to magical staves and trinkets but where things get really interesting is in how the ghosts themselves are used.

And beyond that, maybe reveal things in the movie that even he didn't expect, which is what happens when music and movies really connect together in a magical way.

As for the weird magical aspects inherent to the character, executive producer Stephen Broussard says, «It's one of the things that's important to us in telling a magical story, is keeping it grounded but still leaving enough room to have really cool and unique visual ideas to explore.»

But as time passes, people come to believe that these extraordinary magical things are not really magic at all, but just ordinary things with ordinary, dull names like car, sherbet, dog, tree and bird.

When my agent set out to sell my first book, Charming the Highlander, I asked her to please tell the editors she submitted it to that this time - travel gig was a one - time thing, as I really wrote contemporary romance and didn't want them to expect more magical stories from me.

Outside of this next - level take on tower defense, what's really magical about this game is that the mixture of troops you deploy in the field — whether it be a combination of tank, APAC, missile launcher - thing, shield generator, or whatever else — changes the way you'll approach each given mission, altering the paths you take in subtle, but important ways.

It's taken a real team effort to get it all together; our coders have written magical code to get everything working (I'm quite sure they're wizards), art have got us some fantastic looking assets to fly around and through, rendering have made things look even prettier, we've got badass particle effects going on, the audio continues to be outstanding, the UI team have worked miracles and given us everything we needed and made it very pretty, QA have been invaluable in play testing and of course, finding bugs, and of course the design team who have made something really fun to play.

I expected the experience of going through the archive to really suck, like an onerous homework assignment, but this magical thing happened... like when you're afraid to try karaoke and then when you do you have to be wrestled to the ground in order for someone else to take a turn... There were so many directions I could have taken — themes and filters I could have implemented to come up with a curatorial «vision.»

, 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,