Sentences with phrase «out the window into»

I glanced out the window into the summer night, I could hear the owls swooping out back, their enormous wings sweeping and moving the leaves, their screeching call.

Headphones in, Spotify on and blissfully looking out the window into my beautiful surrounds to wittle away the hours until we arrived at El Nido.

I spent the demo throwing Stormtroopers out windows into space, bringing TIE Fighters crashing down with extra debris, throwing Stromtroopers one by one into an oncoming AT - ST, using Force lightning to stun my enemies, then cut through them with my lightsaber.

The Hubbard / Birchler exhibition will feature two video installations, including the world premiere of Eighteen, 2013, and a selection of other video and photographic work, including Eight, 2001, which revolves around the birthday of an eight - year - old girl staring out a window into a thunderous rainy night.

And Butts looks out his window into the rain and thinks about the sunny beaches in California, where Lammers lives.

Butts looks out his window into the rain and touches his thumb to his index finger, teasing the tenderness of his broken wrist and trying to remember the title of that movie.

I looked out the window into the building next door and saw two men playing ping pong in their office.

As the leaves slowly change out our window into vibrant shades of yellow, orange and reds and my beloved hydrangeas turn from the vibrant blue of summer into a beautiful purple, I am reminded to count my blessings.

I was looking out a window into our backyard overwhelmed with the beauty of God's handiwork, and thinking about that question.

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Passengers aboard Southwest Flight 1380 had rushed to pull the victim back into the plane after she was partially sucked out of a window, witnesses said.

«If you do business internationally, a business plan provides a standard means of evaluating your products» business potential in a foreign marketplace,» says Linda Pinson, author of Automate Your Business Plan for Windows ® and Anatomy of a Business Plan, who runs a publishing and software business, Out of Your Mind and Into the Marketplace.

The group was created initially through the spin - out of seven window and door trade counters into a standalone company following Cairngorm Capital's investment in the Polyframe manufacturing business in July 2016.

Maria, however, blew out windows at some hospitals and police stations, turned some streets into roaring rivers and destroyed hundreds of homes across Puerto Rico, including 80 percent of houses in a small fishing community near the San Juan Bay, which unleashed a storm surge of more than 4 feet.

On Sept. 17 at 9 p.m. ET, Turbo fell out a hotel room window and ran into the North Carolina woods the night before his...

The expectation that the rest of the world will fall into step when the Federal Reserve Board (Fed) raises or lowers rates seems to have flown out the window.

«Whether it was the use of hotels instead of supportive care to house youth like Alex Gervais, or the heartbreaking story of Paige Gauthier whose belongings were dropped off in a black garbage bag at her last known school when she aged out, Mary Ellen gave British Columbians a window into the stories of children and youth being failed by the Christy Clark government.

The incident comes about two weeks after an engine on a Southwest aircraft blew out, sending shrapnel into the aircraft and killing a woman who was blown partway out a broken window.

Consider here what motivated the banks in the first place: a great amount of their assets turned out to be worthless (the famous «toxic» assets) when the bust hit in 2008, and they found it difficult to maintain minimum capital ratios; their deposit liabilities of course remained the same, and initially the level of non-borrowed bank reserves went deeply into negative territory (this is to say, they were forced to borrow directly from the Fed's discount window during this time).

In Malachi 3:10 we read, «Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.»

Bring ye all the tithes into the store - house, that there may be food in my house, and prove me now with this, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

Their words, carelessly spoken, spent the last 40 days in my home — getting creased and folded, worked over, brushed aside to make room for dinner, stepped on by a toddler, read by my sister, stained with coffee, shoved into a closet when guests arrive, blacked out, thrown away, turned into poems, and folded into sailboats and cranes and pigeons that now sit smiling at me from my office window.

For example, in his days as an undergraduate at Oxford Waugh's fellow student Harold Acton used a megaphone to shout out lines from T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land from an open window of his upper - storey college suite and was later thrown into a fountain by some drunken students in the middle of the night; while another student, Brian Howard, spoke with a stutter and gossiped his head off: all of which got fused in the character of Anthony Blanche in Brideshead Revisited.

After a llama decided to get a little too up - close, one of his young sons had the reaction most of us would if a massive animal jammed his huge head into our car window: Totally freaking out.

But there was a window as well, and I could see through the window which made me realize that I didn't have to put the key into the box so that I could get into the box in order to get what was in the box out of the box.

Yet I know that to say the wrong thing at any point will mean that all the logic and history can summon will go out my Gothic Window into the quadrangle, and Lord Zealous will slam the door.

In a crowd, the herd instinct tends to manifests itself, and we all start wanting to impress others and be drawn into a kind of silly «sheep» thing where our individuality flies out the window.

Bippy then laughed maniacally, not noticing Justin Bieber taking aim with his RPG - 7 bazooka, which blew Zombippy back into the nearby Joker's Jack - In - The - Box, where he was flung through that window, out over the sea, and into the waiting arms of The Penguin's Exploding Octopus!

Taking out his knife, he split the pillow open, and then, going to the window of the second floor of his house, he dumped the feathers from that pillow into the breeze so they blew in every direction.

The van's windows were smashed and the attackers dragged the Christians out into the street where they were badly beaten.

I explained they were harmless, and essentially highly compressed air slipping over a structure moving at greater than the speed of sound... or an explosive wave expansion that moves out and then rebounds in... and so, the compressed waves move into our area from the weapons test area, and shake the glass windows, and we hear the sonic «sound» (or the wave's double sound) and the vibrational aspect of the glass within the window.

I felt like adrenaline had been injected directly into my heart, and I turned to stare out the windows behind the tellers just to collect my thoughts, and through them I saw this crazy old man pass by, his face smeared with chocolate.

I mean, you just never know when an errant ejaculation out the window of a multistory building might be God trying to bring more unwanted children into the world.

I know, many monologuers love to point out Paul teaching so long into the night that the youth fell (both asleep and out the window).

Or get out in the sunshine and throw yourself into a mindless task like weeding, raking leaves, or washing windows.

I stand at the window looking out into the fading day — the light is dazzling through the rain and there are prisms falling to us now.

I walk into the bombed - out nave, its windows empty of stained glass, only its roofless sandstone walls revealing the medieval cathedral that crumpled under Nazi explosions.

«To coal and iron mines, to freight trains, to fishing fleets in December, to dishwashing, clothes - washing, and window - washing, to road - building and tunnel - making, to foundries and stoke - holes, and to the frames of skyscrapers, would our gilded youths be drafted off, according to their choice, to get the childishness knocked out of them, and to come back into society with healthier sympathies and more sober ideas.

At last I perceived a beam of light glimmering at time top of the house (for such I may call the body I had been inclosed in), whither ascending, I gently let myself» down through a kind of chimney, and issued out at the nostrils as the window was wide open, I sallied forth into the open air: but, to my great astonishment, found myself unable to fly, which I had always during my habitation in the body conceived of spirits; however, I came so lightly to the ground that I did not hurt myself and, though I had not the gift of flying (owing probably to my having neither feathers nor wings), I was capable of hopping such a prodigious way at once, that it served my turn almost as well.

Go into the parking lot on any given day and you will see: College students lugging heavy cases of bottled water, men in wife - beaters with their brown left arms hanging out the windows of their souped - up pick - up trucks, women in cotton dresses driving a team of horses to the hitching rail (yes, our Wal - Mart has a hitching rail).

At 112 - feet tall, this steel and concrete «Christ of Peace» towers over the city with arms outstretched, tiny windows dotting his hollow body so that tourist inside can peer out into the world.

The rooms were filled with tears and laughter and the evidence of three rambunctious boys (broken door handles, broken windows, punched out walls) who grew into young men in that house.

, so blogging went out the window and I didn't get around to scheduling a post into the future for last Friday.

I'd crawl into bed below windows covered with towels to block out the midday sun, and I'd sleep until that sun had gone to bed and it was time for me to repeat the process.

We finally snuck open the bottom of the window, pushed the screen out, reclosed the window and went around outside to pull the screen out and watch him fly through the air into the still - blooming (really) day lilies.

I've also experienced fitful moments of extreme hunger when I honestly consider throwing the whole detox out the window and instead dive headfirst into that giant Reece's Bar Austin stashed at the back of the fridge.

Seriously, delicious looking... Lady like manners might fly out the window once I sink my teeth into these delectables!

The only weird thing is that the building next door is really close, and so I can see and hear everything people are doing over there — phones ringing, showers turning on and off, conversations, music... And last night, I was catching up on New Girl on Hulu when I looked out the window and realized I was looking straight into someone's shower (while she was in it).

The spicy cauliflower - and - potato - stuffed Bengali pastry was always piled high into pyramids in the windows of sweet shops and corner stores, and she would run out to grab paper bags full of them to enjoy with afternoon chai.

Besides growing a new life, pregnancy is definitely a journey into yourself, as at least for me a lot of the things I was used to liking went out of the window.

This tiny chamber has a startling touch: what appears to be a window — but turns out to be a one - way mirror — that makes you feel as though you're looking into (and that you are in view of) the kitchen.