Sentences with phrase «never hear her sing»

I never hear her sing except at night, from the next room, when she's coaxing you to sleep.

Not exact matches

Gold vermilion gash which — melting, flowing, pulsing — is yet always perfectly defining, accurately designing, and, enlightening one's mind, enflaming one's heart, catches the eye and snatches the ear: one hears the glowing — O heart of matter Thou art matter of the heart — and the blind man, captured in a rapture, sees the singing: Behold here iridescence where the sun never sets.

That, says Dr. Southgate, is because the issue is focused on HIV / AIDS, and she asks readers to consider the «incalculable loss» from the disease --» the loss to all those whose lives would have been touched, even changed, but were not, by books not read because they were never written, by paintings not seen because they were never painted, by performances never heard because the song was not sung.»

What Christian would willingly surrender the appearance of the angels to the shepherds and the «multitude of the heavenly host» singing a hymn never heard before on land or sea, or the star dropping low from the skies to guide the magi from far away mysterious lands to the Judean village and the stable who God himself lay a tiny baby in the arms of his mother?

Speaking of Matt Redman leading worship, Mike says: «He started singing this song that I'd never heard before.

I travel to France more than often and never once heard pundits and proper sports journalists «sing» Wenger's laurels, NEVER (basically since 2never once heard pundits and proper sports journalists «sing» Wenger's laurels, NEVER (basically since 2NEVER (basically since 2006).

Hearing 53,000 people singing You'll Never Walk Alone made my feathers stand on end.

There really are no words to describe this... Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune — without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

Ohhh you have never heard such a choir of happy vintage angels singing.

I never thought going somewhere by myself would be like entering the gates of heaven, but getting out by myself I sometimes think I can hear the angels sing.

«Dance like no one is watching, sing like no one can hear you, and love like you've never been hurt.

August 28, 2013 • Mesmerized by the Caruso records he heard on the streets of lower Manhattan as a poor kid, Richard Tucker took to singing and never looked back.

There's also a couple of weird loose ends that never go anywhere, like the fact that zombies will sing if they hear their favorite song.

I caught some of the titles: Nugu - ui ttal - do anin Haewon (Nobody's Daughter Haewon) is a delightful film from the South Korean auteur Hong Sang - soo, the story of a female student's «sentimental education» as it were, as she traverses through reality, fantasy, and dreams, we viewers never quite sure what we are watching; Jim Jarmusch's Only Lovers Left Alive (TIFF's Opening Night film) is an engaging and drily humorous alternative vampire film, Tilda Swinton melding perfectly into the languid yet tense atmosphere of the whole piece; Night Moves is from a director (Kelly Reichardt) I've heard good things about but not seen, so I was curious to see it, but whilst the film is engaging with its ethical probing, I found the style quite laborious and lifeless; The Kampala Story (Kasper Bisgaard & Donald Mugisha) is a good little film (60 minutes long) about a teenage girl in Uganda trying to help her family out, directed in a simple, direct manner, utilising documentary elements within its fiction.

We never actually hear Djbril sing, though he does manage to pitch, laconically, to a producer.

When he hears Belinda Triplett singing in a way he's never heard on any record, Jake knows he wants to be something more than just a juke box man.

William and Grandma stroll through the woods sharing their fears: he's afraid of angry dogs and stinging wasps, while she's worried about never hearing birds singing again.

They sing a song she has never heard before: «Hargeisa ha noolaato, long live Hargeisa.»

He played derdl and kaluki, even after his postwar memories were gone, even after he began singing a Polish song we'd never heard before, an army song we couldn't understand, while he waited for us to play our cards.

As was going into a school in Nha Trang and listening to the children sing Old MacDonald has a farm - the cutest thing I have ever heard:) Waking up at sunrise to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge was also an experience I will never forget.For our first family cruise I am most looking forward to the sail away parties which I think my boys will love and taking them on the cable car in Madeira.

Crowds can be heard singing songs for their team, from «Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur» to «You'll Never Walk Alone».

, 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,

We've taken care of everything The words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why

I'd never heard of either of them, and Nathaniel warbled a little too far into the eunuch register for my liking, but when Reigan sang «Only Girl In The World» I got shivers.

To be honest, I only have the most rudimentary knowledge of the Dandy Warhols» music, so it was very entertaining to listen to the crowd sing one of the songs by themselves, as I'd never even heard of it.