Sentences with phrase «near silence as»

Imagine the satisfaction of gliding past gas stations in near silence as other motorists frantically line up to avoid an overnight price spike.

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Thus, in recent years the Supreme Court has invalidated a Connecticut law (passed to replace the prior Sunday closing law) allowing workers to select their Sabbath day as their day off from work, struck down a Massachusetts statute allowing churches and schools to object to the issuance of liquor licenses in their near vicinity, and abolished an Alabama law allowing students in public schools a moment of silence.

There was near silence from the half - full south stand, which normally holds 24,500, as the club backed the supporters» silent protest.

It's meticulously directed, the foley is as sharp and crowd pleasing as the finest Mamet dialogue, and Krasinski doesn't neglect the emotional core of the film — the family vying to survive, whose tensions, divisions and turmoil we experience in near silence, but with great expressivity and economy.

As we all know, nastiness is a deeply revered quality in the American cinema of the 90s — consider all the raves conferred on Silence of the Lambs — but not even Mitchum at his near - best and Herrmann at his second - best could make me like this 60s version.

Again, Reichardt's toning is so transparent that regardless of the fact that his near - silence and solemn demeanour upholds Meek's vicious intimation that he is the devil in moccasins, he might as well have some ancient native proverb tattooed across his naked torso.

When equipped with PDK, the Cayman will, under certain conditions, coast in near total silence with the engine cut off, which tends to comes as a bit of a surprise after an extensive blast through the decibel stratosphere.

Whether in the muffled whir of hybrid mode or the near silence of all - electric driving, I was struck by a ride quality that's about as smooth and compliant as a large luxury sedan.

Some sit in near total silence, push out their books without any notice, almost as if the writer was embarrassed by what they're doing or is so fearful of failure that they try everything they can not to draw attention.

Glory remembers the relevant things: the heavy thumping of the soldier's boots as they marched near the shallow grave her mother frantically dug for them to hide in; the green strip of fabric ripped from the hem of her mother's dress to cover her mouth and nose so she could breathe easier under the dirt; the feel of her mother's hands — shredded and bleeding — in hers as they lay there together, hoping for silence and not discovery.

The intense marketing of ETFs, along with virtually unanimous support from the domestic financial media, must also be a positive contributor to rising demand — as well as the near - complete silence from the mutual fund industry, which seems unwilling or unable to speak up in its own defence.

, 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,

Born near the Baltic, he settled permanently in Dresden, where he focused exclusively on the spiritual connections and significance of landscape, being inspired by the haunted silence of the forest, as well as the effect of light (sunrise, dusk, moonlight) and the seasons.

As quickly as begun, his fanfare ends; in the near - silence that follows, we hear a quiet chord echoing the fanfare — the strings corresponding to the trumpet tones, and only those strings, have gained enough energy to ring out a ghostly reverberatioAs quickly as begun, his fanfare ends; in the near - silence that follows, we hear a quiet chord echoing the fanfare — the strings corresponding to the trumpet tones, and only those strings, have gained enough energy to ring out a ghostly reverberatioas begun, his fanfare ends; in the near - silence that follows, we hear a quiet chord echoing the fanfare — the strings corresponding to the trumpet tones, and only those strings, have gained enough energy to ring out a ghostly reverberation.

The trouble with Hansen is that I beleive he has acheived near deity status, it's as though he can not be touched lest his superiors are branded & tarred as victimising him for telling the truth, or Big Guvment is silencing him!

Rousing cheers met hundreds of lawyers and notaries as they filed into Place Émilie - Gamelin — one of the focal points for nightly protests in Quebec's widening political and social crisis — following a solemn march in near silence that began almost two hours earlier at Montreal's Palais de Justice, the main courthouse.

When we point out that the burden really lies upon those who would toss aside centuries of history on short - term, flimsy evidence, who ignore the actual evidence of heavy consolidations with more to follow, who would saddle us with a change that would be irreversible regardless of how much harm it later engendered, who would risk so much of what the legal profession has stood for, who refuse to work anywhere near as hard on real solutions to real problems as they do on this pig - in - a-poke, then we are met with silence or insults.

The first IKEA in Colorado irs under construction near my home and I always make my kids have a «moment of silence» as we drive by the building.