Sentences with phrase «maybe tomorrow even»

Maybe tomorrow evening.

Not exact matches

I'm not saying tomorrow, maybe not even next year, but sooner than later it should come as no surprise.

Maybe next year, or next month, or even tomorrow.

I keep finding myself hoping that tomorrow, 9/11, maybe these comments sections will quieten for a bit out of respect to the nearly 3,000 of all faiths, and many countries, who were murdered by Islamic extremists... but then my natural cynicism kicks in and I expect Reality will post a bazillion web pages worth of copy - and - paste's of 9/11 sites — maybe even «Truther» sites, so my hopes are dashed

I love potato leek soup and really need to make this soon... maybe even tomorrow, all I need to pick up is leeks!

This is even more up my alley and I can't wait to make them, maybe even today (or tomorrow for sure!)

Maybe even tomorrow.

I'm going to bookmark it for later — maybe if I get a chance I'll even make it for father's day tomorrow.

Love how I have another serving for tomorrow or maybe even later on today.

Perhaps the quick - fire signing of Konstantinos Mavropanos (one build for the future but with clear thoughts that if called upon, Mavropanos may even start tomorrow) maybe Arsenal are best advised to rebuild now rather than waiting.

Nothing further today, maybe [not] even tomorrow.»

I have always been behind Arsene Wenger but think the situation is serious enough now with the lack of confidence growing with the fans, and maybe even with the players who don't see to give of their best anymore, that it would be better all round for him to leave Arsenal at the end of the season, or even before should the unthinkable happen and we lose to Sutton tomorrow.

And at some point this week — maybe even tomorrow — I want to resume posting about other topics here on the blog.

Think about your own afternoon and early evening: Maybe you leave work, sit in traffic, listen to the news or make a phone call, pick up the kids, make dinner, help with homework, answer emails, clean up from dinner, get ready to start it all over again tomorrow, then fall into bed exhausted.

Even when I have my «down time», it still involves some sort of electronics around me, thoughts still rushing through my mind and / or worrying about «what could maybe be» with whatever it is that might be bothering me or which tasks I haven't managed to take care of today and how can I solve them tomorrow, etc..

I'm going to do another post tomorrow (and maybe even Sunday!)

Maybe I might even feel that way right now, and tomorrow, but lets be honest.

My post tomorrow is about book contests for indie authors — another way to gain respect and confidence in your own abilities, and maybe even a bit of prestige — not to mention increased sales.

Today's story comes from debut author, Julianna Stone, whose first book «His Darkest Hunger» is in stores tomorrow (or maybe even today).

Tomorrow is looking like it could get even smaller on the wave height scene so I think I'll be getting the double outrigger ready for some sport fishing maybe instead.

Ok time for a quick break and maybe even some dinner, tomorrow (Sunday) we'll be taking a day pass and going fishing with our Balinese friends.

Chances are, there will be no mention of price or maybe even a release date but here's what I'm hoping from tomorrows reveal:

25th March 2013 - One of the most anticipated video games of this year and maybe even the past several years, BioShock Infinite, is coming out tomorrow and will squeeze the current consoles of... Read More

One of the most anticipated video games of this year and maybe even the past several years, BioShock Infinite, is coming out tomorrow and will squeeze the current consoles of this generation to the fullest.

, 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,

They are a seat - of - the - pants outfit, so they would not be thinking about anything further ahead than next week, or maybe even tomorrow.

«Bitcoin can exceed $ 20,000, and even $ 40,000, or maybe tomorrow it will collapse to five dollars and one cent.

«If you are thinking about traveling across your own region or maybe even around the world, don't let today's headlines determine what you do tomorrow or next week.

If the latest report from Forbes is to be believed, we'll see that big, bad Nexus tablet tomorrow, maybe even alongside the Nexus 6.

So, if the build passes the internal tests, you can expect it coming very soon, maybe even today or tomorrow.

I'm going to do another post tomorrow (and maybe even Sunday!)

I'm finishing up my kitchen reveal post and plan to have that up for you tomorrow, or maybe even tonight!