Sentences with phrase «place felt magical»

My first visit to Virgin Beach was in 2004 where everything about this place felt magical, deserted, out of this world, postcard picture scenery.

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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.»

I'm truly honored to be a part of a company that feels like a family; a place where I refer to my peers as friends first, coworkers second; a place that I can wake up every morning and get excited about going to; a workplace environment that empowers its occupants to produce their absolute best work; and a place that is full of so much love, care, dedication, and selflessness that the only appropriate word that I can think of to describe it would have to be «magical».

You said «The reality is that Atheists post on a Belief Blog because it is a place to challenge the conceptions of Religion which we feel are a detriment to human society by proporting magical thinking»

«My family meets every October at the Windsor Court Hotel it's a mystical place that makes you feel as if you have been whisked back in time to an ancient Castle, and from the moment you arrive the staff treats you as if you are Royalty... They are always looking for ways to make your stay is a little more magical».

From simple stories, to pop out pieces, to touch and feel, to wordless tales, books can take your child to magical places... be sure you are along for the ride!

On the one hand, it is a magical place full of fashion inspiration, dreamy interior design, feel - good quotes and how - did - they - come - up - with - that DIY projects I swear I will get to one day.

Life here began in Old Town, with its medieval roots; society was very different back when this part of town was still fresh faced and spry, though some of the old inns still stand if you feel like sampling a date from the heady and seductive Dark Ages... Then take a stroll through New Town, dripping in Georgian decadence; here, you will be reminded that once upon a time the dating scene was a raucous, dangerous place, full of lust and lewdness... Okay, perhaps not all that much has changed, but the point we are trying to make is that Edinburgh's dating scene has shifted across the centuries to become what it is today — fairly sedate compared with the city's tumultuous past, but no less magical or intoxicating.

Adamson mixes magical realism with hard - hitting historical drama in a way that feels both contrived and questionable, even if the filmmakers clearly have their hearts in the right place.

British novelist Mary Stewart's beloved «The Little Broomstick» predates J.K. Rowling's hit Harry Potter series by more than a quarter - century, which means the source material is original, even if its gorgeous big - screen adaptation feels a bit derivative in places — and derivative of not just Rowling's more richly imagined fantasy world, but also Ghibli's own «Kiki's Delivery Service,» which presents a similar plot, in reverse: There, a young witch with a flying broom loses her powers, whereas in this case, young Mary discovers a magical broom that whisks her away to Endor College, where she's celebrated for her newfound abilities.

It even takes place during Christmas and New Year's Eve, lending a magical feel to the proceedings.

Adapted from a 2006 novel by Lloyd Jones, this highly personal effort from Shrek director Andrew Adamson mixes magical realism with hard - hitting historical drama in a way that feels both contrived and questionable, even if the filmmakers clearly have their hearts in the right place.

These moments coupled with characters like Anthony Hopkins — Methuselah (Noah's grandfather), whose magical witch doctor episodes feel just as out of place and confused in the overall landscape of the film.

Located about 15 km out of Noosa, and right on the Noosa River, this is a magical little place with a real community feel.

Open the wall - sized glass sliding doors in the living room to the amazing ocean view, turn on some soft music through speakers that are installed in the ceiling, turn on the gas fireplace and feel yourself transported to a truly magical place.

Park Güell is a place which seems to reflect the spirit of Barcelona's modernist heritage in the best way possible — after all, it was created by the one and only Antoni Gaudi and that's why it exudes a magical, stimulating and a bit surreal atmosphere, making you feel as if you were a character of a fairy tale.

All you do is try and make everything work, and if you get it right everything falls into place and it feels magical and you are transported into this world with this characters and this gameplay that all fits.

While I felt a bit out of place playing as a young girl with a balloon in Disney's Magical World in front of everyone at the booth, I wanted to find out what this game was all about, and I did... kinda.

The resulting paintings feel like an almost magical synthesis of light, time, place, and surface — shimmering and in constant flux.

, 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,

It's the magical place that feels comfortable and feels like it calls out to you.

I believe in placing as many candles as possible on the table to give it that magical festive Christmas feel.

Certain places have this magical feel that instantly welcome you and makes all of your problems feel lifted away — you step in and somehow you feel better, less stressed, happier.